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Sansa

           

           "Whatwillyoudowhenhecrosses?"

           "Fight.Kill.Die,maybe."

           "Aren’tyouafraid?Thegodsmightsendyoudowntosometerriblehellforalltheevilyou’vedone."

           "Whatevil?"Helaughed."Whatgods?"

           "Thegodswhomadeusall."

           "All?"hemocked."Tellme,littlebird,whatkindofgodmakesamonsterliketheImp,orahalfwitlikeLadyTanda’sdaughter?Iftherearegods,theymadesheepsowolvescouldeatmutton,andtheymadetheweakforthestrongtoplaywith."

           "Trueknightsprotecttheweak."

           Hesnorted."Therearenotrueknights,nomorethantherearegods.Ifyoucan’tprotectyourself,dieandgetoutofthewayofthosewhocan.Sharpsteelandstrongarmsrulethisworld,don’teverbelieveanydifferent."

           Sansabackedawayfromhim."You’reawful."

           "I’mhonest.It’stheworldthat’sawful.Nowflyaway,littlebird,I’msickofyoupeepingatme."

           Wordless,shefled.ShewasafraidofSandorClegane...andyet,somepartofherwishedthatSerDontoshadalittleoftheHound’sferocity.Therearegods,shetoldherself,andtherearetrueknightstoo.Allthestoriescan’tbelies.

           ThatnightSansadreamedoftheriotagain.Themobsurgedaroundher,shrieking,amaddenedbeastwithathousandfaces.

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