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When
the
door
opened
,
she
hurriedly
stuffed
the
note
under
her
sheet
and
sat
on
it
.
It
was
her
bedmaid
,
the
mousy
one
with
the
limp
brown
hair
.
"
What
do
you
want
?
"
Sansa
demanded
.
"
Will
milady
be
wanting
a
bath
tonight
?
"
"
A
fire
,
I
think
.
.
.
I
feel
a
chill
.
"
She
was
shivering
,
though
the
day
had
been
hot
.
"
As
you
wish
.
"
Sansa
watched
the
girl
suspiciously
.
Had
she
seen
the
note
?
Had
she
put
it
under
the
pillow
?
It
did
not
seem
likely
;
she
seemed
a
stupid
girl
,
not
one
you
’
d
want
delivering
secret
notes
,
but
Sansa
did
not
know
her
.
The
queen
had
her
servants
changed
every
fortnight
,
to
make
certain
none
of
them
befriended
her
.
When
a
fire
was
blazing
in
the
hearth
,
Sansa
thanked
the
maid
curtly
and
ordered
her
out
.
The
girl
was
quick
to
obey
,
as
ever
,
but
Sansa
decided
there
was
something
sly
about
her
eyes
.
Doubtless
,
she
was
scurrying
off
to
report
to
the
queen
,
or
maybe
Varys
.
All
her
maids
spied
on
her
,
she
was
certain
.
Once
alone
,
she
thrust
the
note
in
the
flames
,
watching
the
parchment
curl
and
blacken
.
Come
to
the
godswood
tonight
,
if
you
want
to
go
home
.
She
drifted
to
her
window
.
Below
,
she
could
see
a
short
knight
in
moon
-
pale
armor
and
a
heavy
white
cloak
pacing
the
drawbridge
.
From
his
height
,
it
could
only
be
Ser
Preston
Greenfield
.
The
queen
had
given
her
freedom
of
the
castle
,
but
even
so
,
he
would
want
to
know
where
she
was
going
if
she
tried
to
leave
Maegor
’
s
Holdfast
at
this
time
of
night
.
What
was
she
to
tell
him
?
Suddenly
she
was
glad
she
had
burned
the
note
.
She
unlaced
her
gown
and
crawled
into
her
bed
,
but
she
did
not
sleep
.
Was
he
still
there
?
she
wondered
.
How
long
will
he
wait
?
It
was
so
cruel
,
to
send
her
a
note
and
tell
her
nothing
.
The
thoughts
went
round
and
round
in
her
head
.
If
only
she
had
someone
to
tell
her
what
to
do
.
She
missed
Septa
Mordane
,
and
even
more
Jeyne
Poole
,
her
truest
friend
.
The
septa
had
lost
her
head
with
the
rest
,
for
the
crime
of
serving
House
Stark
.
Sansa
did
not
know
what
had
happened
to
Jeyne
,
who
had
disappeared
from
her
rooms
afterward
,
never
to
be
mentioned
again
.
She
tried
not
to
think
of
them
too
often
,
yet
sometimes
the
memories
came
unbidden
,
and
then
it
was
hard
to
hold
back
the
tears
.
Once
in
a
while
,
Sansa
even
missed
her
sister
.
By
now
Arya
was
safe
back
in
Winterfell
,
dancing
and
sewing
,
playing
with
Bran
and
baby
Rickon
,
even
riding
through
the
winter
town
if
she
liked
.
Sansa
was
allowed
to
go
riding
too
,
but
only
in
the
bailey
,
and
it
got
boring
going
round
in
a
circle
all
day
.
