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Doubtless
that
was
what
they
told
Joffrey
;
Sansa
was
not
so
sure
.
"
I
’
ve
heard
servants
calling
it
the
Dragon
’
s
Tail
.
"
"
King
Joffrey
sits
where
Aegon
the
Dragon
once
sat
,
in
the
castle
built
by
his
son
,
"
Ser
Arys
said
.
"
He
is
the
dragon
’
s
heir
—
and
crimson
is
the
color
of
House
Lannister
,
another
sign
.
This
comet
is
sent
to
herald
Joffrey
’
s
ascent
to
the
throne
,
I
have
no
doubt
.
It
means
that
he
will
triumph
over
his
enemies
.
"
Is
it
true
?
she
wondered
.
Would
the
gods
be
so
cruel
?
Her
mother
was
one
of
Joffrey
’
s
enemies
now
,
her
brother
Robb
another
.
Her
father
had
died
by
the
king
’
s
command
.
Must
Robb
and
her
lady
mother
die
next
?
The
comet
was
red
,
but
Joffrey
was
Baratheon
as
much
as
Lannister
,
and
their
sigil
was
a
black
stag
on
a
golden
field
.
Shouldn
’
t
the
gods
have
sent
Joff
a
golden
comet
?
Sansa
closed
the
shutters
and
turned
sharply
away
from
the
window
.
"
You
look
very
lovely
today
,
my
lady
,
"
Ser
Arys
said
.
"
Thank
you
,
ser
.
"
Knowing
that
Joffrey
would
require
her
to
attend
the
tourney
in
his
honor
,
Sansa
had
taken
special
care
with
her
face
and
clothes
.
She
wore
a
gown
of
pale
purple
silk
and
a
moonstone
hair
net
that
had
been
a
gift
from
Joffrey
.
The
gown
had
long
sleeves
to
hide
the
bruises
on
her
arms
.
Those
were
Joffrey
’
s
gifts
as
well
.
When
they
told
him
that
Robb
had
been
proclaimed
King
in
the
North
,
his
rage
had
been
a
fearsome
thing
,
and
he
had
sent
Ser
Boros
to
beat
her
.
"
Shall
we
go
?
"
Ser
Arys
offered
his
arm
and
she
let
him
lead
her
from
her
chamber
.
If
she
must
have
one
of
the
Kingsguard
dogging
her
steps
,
Sansa
preferred
that
it
be
him
.
Ser
Boros
was
short
-
tempered
,
Ser
Meryn
cold
,
and
Ser
Mandon
’
s
strange
dead
eyes
made
her
uneasy
,
while
Ser
Preston
treated
her
like
a
lackwit
child
.
Arys
Oakheart
was
courteous
,
and
would
talk
to
her
cordially
.
Once
he
even
objected
when
Joffrey
commanded
him
to
hit
her
.
He
did
hit
her
in
the
end
,
but
not
hard
as
Ser
Meryn
or
Ser
Boros
might
have
,
and
at
least
he
had
argued
.
The
others
obeyed
without
question
.
.
.
except
for
the
Hound
,
but
Joff
never
asked
the
Hound
to
punish
her
.
He
used
the
other
five
for
that
.
Ser
Arys
had
light
-
brown
hair
and
a
face
that
was
not
unpleasant
to
look
upon
.
Today
he
made
quite
the
dashing
figure
,
with
his
white
silk
cloak
fastened
at
the
shoulder
by
a
golden
leaf
,
and
a
spreading
oak
tree
worked
upon
the
breast
of
his
tunic
in
shining
gold
thread
.
"
Who
do
you
think
will
win
the
day
’
s
honors
?
"
Sansa
asked
as
they
descended
the
steps
arm
in
arm
.
"
I
will
,
"
Ser
Arys
answered
,
smiling
.
"
Yet
I
fear
the
triumph
will
have
no
savor
.
This
will
be
a
small
field
,
and
poor
.
No
more
than
two
score
will
enter
the
lists
,
including
squires
and
freeriders
.
There
is
small
honor
in
unhorsing
green
boys
.
"
