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Sansa

           Twoofhismenfollowedclosebehindhim;ablack-hairedblack-eyedsellswordwhomovedlikeastalkingcat,andagauntyouthwithanemptysocketwhereoneeyeshouldhavebeen.TommenandMyrcellatrailedafterthem.

           Thedwarfwenttoonekneebeforetheking."YourGrace."

           "You,"Joffreysaid.

           "Me,"theImpagreed,"althoughamorecourteousgreetingmightbeinorder,foranuncleandanelder."

           "Theysaidyouweredead,"theHoundsaid.

           Thelittlemangavethebigonealook.Oneofhiseyeswasgreen,onewasblack,andbothwerecool."Iwasspeakingtotheking,nottohiscur."

           "I’mgladyou’renotdead,"saidPrincessMyrcella.

           "Wesharethatview,sweetchild."TyrionturnedtoSansa."Mylady,Iamsorryforyourlosses.Truly,thegodsarecruel."

           Sansacouldnotthinkofawordtosaytohim.Howcouldhebesorryforherlosses?Washemockingher?Itwasn’tthegodswho’dbeencruel,itwasJoffrey.

           "Iamsorryforyourlossaswell,Joffrey,"thedwarfsaid.

           "Whatloss?"

           "Yourroyalfather?Alargefiercemanwithablackbeard;you’llrecallhimifyoutry.Hewaskingbeforeyou."

           "Oh,him.Yes,itwasverysad,aboarkilledhim."

           "Isthatwhat‘they’say,YourGrace?"

           Joffreyfrowned.

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