Sansa

           Thesouthernskywasblackwithsmoke.Itroseswirlingoffahundreddistantfires,itssootyfingerssmudgingoutthestars.AcrosstheBlackwaterRush,alineofflameburnednightlyfromhorizontohorizon,whileonthissidetheImphadfiredthewholeriverfront:docksandwarehouses,homesandbrothels,everythingoutsidethecitywalls.

           EvenintheRedKeep,theairtastedofashes.WhenSansafoundSerDontosinthequietofthegodswood,heaskedifshe’dbeencrying."It’sonlyfromthesmoke,"shelied."Itlooksasthoughhalfthekingswoodisburning."

           "LordStanniswantstosmokeouttheImp’ssavages."Dontosswayedashespoke,onehandonthetrunkofachestnuttree.Awinestaindiscoloredthered-and-yellowmotleyofhistunic."Theykillhisscoutsandraidhisbaggagetrain.Andthewildlingshavebeenlightingfirestoo.TheImptoldthequeenthatStannishadbettertrainhishorsestoeatash,sincehewouldfindnobladeofgrass.Iheardhimsayso.IhearallsortsofthingsasafoolthatIneverheardwhenIwasaknight.TheytalkasthoughIamnotthere,and"heleanedclose,breathinghiswineybreathrightinherface"theSpiderpaysingoldforanylittletrifle.IthinkMoonBoyhasbeenhisforyears."

           Heisdrunkagain.MypoorFlorianhenameshimself,andsoheis.ButheisallIhave."IsittrueLordStannisburnedthegodswoodatStorm’sEnd?"

           Dontosnodded.

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