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Joff
did
not
know
what
to
make
of
that
,
though
he
looked
suspicious
and
out
of
sorts
.
"
Yes
.
Well
.
I
am
pleased
you
’
re
not
dead
,
Uncle
.
Did
you
bring
me
a
gift
for
my
name
day
?
"
"
I
did
.
My
wits
.
"
"
I
’
d
sooner
have
Robb
Stark
’
s
head
,
"
Joff
said
with
a
sly
glance
at
Sansa
.
"
Tommen
,
Myrcella
,
come
.
"
Sandor
Clegane
lingered
behind
a
moment
.
"
I
’
d
guard
that
tongue
of
yours
,
little
man
,
"
he
warned
,
before
he
strode
off
after
his
liege
.
Sansa
was
left
with
the
dwarf
and
his
monsters
.
She
tried
to
think
of
what
else
she
might
say
.
"
You
hurt
your
arm
,
"
she
managed
at
last
"
One
of
your
northmen
hit
me
with
a
morningstar
during
the
battle
on
the
Green
Fork
.
I
escaped
him
by
falling
off
my
horse
.
"
His
grin
turned
into
something
softer
as
he
studied
her
face
.
"
Is
it
grief
for
your
lord
father
that
makes
you
so
sad
?
"
"
My
father
was
a
traitor
,
"
Sansa
said
at
once
.
"
And
my
brother
and
lady
mother
are
traitors
as
well
.
"
That
reflex
she
had
learned
quickly
.
"
I
am
loyal
to
my
beloved
Joffrey
.
"
"
No
doubt
.
As
loyal
as
a
deer
surrounded
by
wolves
.
"
"
Lions
,
"
she
whispered
,
without
thinking
.
She
glanced
about
nervously
,
but
there
was
no
one
close
enough
to
hear
.
Lannister
reached
out
and
took
her
hand
,
and
gave
it
a
squeeze
.
"
I
am
only
a
little
lion
,
child
,
and
I
vow
,
I
shall
not
savage
you
.
"
Bowing
,
he
said
"
But
now
you
must
excuse
me
.
I
have
urgent
business
with
queen
and
council
.
"
