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Sansa
had
always
thought
Lancel
Lannister
comely
and
well
spoken
,
but
there
was
neither
pity
nor
kindness
in
the
look
he
gave
her
.
"
Using
some
vile
sorcery
,
your
brother
fell
upon
Ser
Stafford
Lannister
with
an
army
of
wargs
,
not
three
days
’
ride
from
Lannisport
.
Thousands
of
good
men
were
butchered
as
they
slept
,
without
the
chance
to
lift
sword
.
After
the
slaughter
,
the
northmen
feasted
on
the
flesh
of
the
slain
.
"
Horror
coiled
cold
hands
around
Sansa
’
s
throat
.
"
You
have
nothing
to
say
?
"
asked
Joffrey
.
"
Your
Grace
,
the
poor
child
is
shocked
witless
,
"
murmured
Ser
Dontos
.
"
Silence
,
fool
.
"
Joffrey
lifted
his
crossbow
and
pointed
it
at
her
face
.
"
You
Starks
are
as
unnatural
as
those
wolves
of
yours
.
I
’
ve
not
forgotten
how
your
monster
savaged
me
.
"
"
That
was
Arya
’
s
wolf
,
"
she
said
.
"
Lady
never
hurt
you
,
but
you
killed
her
anyway
.
"
"
No
,
your
father
did
,
"
Joff
said
,
"
but
I
killed
your
father
.
I
wish
I
’
d
done
it
myself
.
I
killed
a
man
last
night
who
was
bigger
than
your
father
.
They
came
to
the
gate
shouting
my
name
and
calling
for
bread
like
I
was
some
baker
,
but
I
taught
them
better
.
I
shot
the
loudest
one
right
through
the
throat
.
"
"
And
he
died
?
"
With
the
ugly
iron
head
of
the
quarrel
staring
her
in
the
face
,
it
was
hard
to
think
what
else
to
say
.
"
Of
course
he
died
,
he
had
my
quarrel
in
his
throat
.
There
was
a
woman
throwing
rocks
,
I
got
her
as
well
,
but
only
in
the
arm
.
"
Frowning
,
he
lowered
the
crossbow
.
"
I
’
d
shoot
you
too
,
but
if
I
do
Mother
says
they
’
d
kill
my
uncle
Jaime
.
Instead
you
’
ll
just
be
punished
and
we
’
ll
send
word
to
your
brother
about
what
will
happen
to
you
if
he
doesn
’
t
yield
.
Dog
,
hit
her
.
"
"
Let
me
beat
her
!
"
Ser
Dontos
shoved
forward
,
tin
armor
clattering
.
He
was
armed
with
a
"
morningstar
"
whose
head
was
a
melon
.
My
Florian
.
She
could
have
kissed
him
,
blotchy
skin
and
broken
veins
and
all
.
