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"
Please
,
"
Sansa
said
,
"
I
only
meant
.
.
.
it
would
be
ill
-
luck
,
Your
Grace
.
.
.
to
,
to
kill
a
man
on
your
name
day
.
"
"
You
’
re
lying
,
"
Joffrey
said
.
"
I
ought
to
drown
you
with
him
,
if
you
care
for
him
so
much
.
"
"
I
don
’
t
care
for
him
,
Your
Grace
.
"
The
words
tumbled
out
desperately
.
"
Drown
him
or
have
his
head
off
,
only
.
.
.
kill
him
on
the
morrow
,
if
you
like
,
but
please
.
.
.
not
today
,
not
on
your
name
day
.
I
couldn
’
t
bear
for
you
to
have
ill
-
luck
.
.
.
terrible
luck
,
even
for
kings
,
the
singers
all
say
so
.
.
.
"
Joffrey
scowled
.
He
knew
she
was
lying
,
she
could
see
it
.
He
would
make
her
bleed
for
this
.
"
The
girl
speaks
truly
,
"
the
Hound
rasped
.
"
What
a
man
sows
on
his
name
day
,
he
reaps
throughout
the
year
.
"
His
voice
was
flat
,
as
if
he
did
not
care
a
whit
whether
the
king
believed
him
or
no
.
Could
it
be
true
?
Sansa
had
not
known
.
It
was
just
something
she
’
d
said
,
desperate
to
avoid
punishment
.
Unhappy
,
Joffrey
shifted
in
his
seat
and
flicked
his
fingers
at
Ser
Dontos
.
"
Take
him
away
.
I
’
ll
have
him
killed
on
the
morrow
,
the
fool
.
"
"
He
is
,
"
Sansa
said
.
"
A
fool
.
You
’
re
so
clever
,
to
see
it
.
He
’
s
better
fitted
to
be
a
fool
than
a
knight
,
isn
’
t
he
?
You
ought
to
dress
him
in
motley
and
make
him
clown
for
you
.
He
doesn
’
t
deserve
the
mercy
of
a
quick
death
.
"
The
king
studied
her
a
moment
.
"
Perhaps
you
’
re
not
so
stupid
as
Mother
says
.
"
He
raised
his
voice
.
"
Did
you
hear
my
lady
,
Dontos
?
From
this
day
on
,
you
’
re
my
new
fool
.
You
can
sleep
with
Moon
Boy
and
dress
in
motley
.
"
Ser
Dontos
,
sobered
by
his
near
brush
with
death
,
crawled
to
his
knees
.
"
Thank
you
,
Your
Grace
.
And
you
,
my
lady
.
Thank
you
.
"
