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"
Ser
Lancel
said
Robb
led
an
army
of
wargs
.
.
.
"
The
Imp
gave
a
disdainful
bark
of
laughter
.
"
Ser
Lancel
’
s
a
wineskin
warrior
who
wouldn
’
t
know
a
warg
from
a
wart
.
Your
brother
had
his
direwolf
with
him
,
but
I
suspect
that
’
s
as
far
as
it
went
.
The
northmen
crept
into
my
uncle
’
s
camp
and
cut
his
horse
lines
,
and
Lord
Stark
sent
his
wolf
among
them
.
Even
war
-
trained
destriers
went
mad
.
Knights
were
trampled
to
death
in
their
pavilions
,
and
the
rabble
woke
in
terror
and
fled
,
casting
aside
their
weapons
to
run
the
faster
.
Ser
Stafford
was
slain
as
he
chased
after
a
horse
.
Lord
Rickard
Karstark
drove
a
lance
through
his
chest
.
Ser
Rubert
Brax
is
also
dead
,
along
with
Ser
Lymond
Vikary
,
Lord
Crakehall
,
and
Lord
Jast
.
Half
a
hundred
more
have
been
taken
captive
,
including
Jast
’
s
sons
and
my
nephew
Martyn
Lannister
.
Those
who
survived
are
spreading
wild
tales
and
swearing
that
the
old
gods
of
the
north
march
with
your
brother
.
"
"
Then
.
.
.
there
was
no
sorcery
?
"
Lannister
snorted
.
"
Sorcery
is
the
sauce
fools
spoon
over
failure
to
hide
the
flavor
of
their
own
incompetence
.
My
mutton
-
headed
uncle
had
not
even
troubled
to
post
sentries
,
it
would
seem
.
His
host
was
raw
—
apprentice
boys
,
miners
,
field
hands
,
fisherfolk
,
the
sweepings
of
Lannisport
.
The
only
mystery
is
how
your
brother
reached
him
.
Our
forces
still
hold
the
stronghold
at
the
Golden
Tooth
,
and
they
swear
he
did
not
pass
.
"
The
dwarf
gave
an
irritated
shrug
.
"
Well
,
Robb
Stark
is
my
father
’
s
bane
.
Joffrey
is
mine
.
Tell
me
,
what
do
you
feel
for
my
kingly
nephew
?
"
"
I
love
him
with
all
my
heart
,
"
Sansa
said
at
once
.
"
Truly
?
"
He
did
not
sound
convinced
.
"
Even
now
?
"
"
My
love
for
His
Grace
is
greater
than
it
has
ever
been
.
"
The
Imp
laughed
aloud
.
"
Well
,
someone
has
taught
you
to
lie
well
.
You
may
be
grateful
for
that
one
day
,
child
.
You
are
a
child
still
,
are
you
not
?
Or
have
you
flowered
?
"
Sansa
blushed
.
It
was
a
rude
question
,
but
the
shame
of
being
stripped
before
half
the
castle
made
it
seem
like
nothing
.
"
No
,
my
lord
.
"
