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"
That
’
s
all
to
the
good
.
If
it
gives
you
any
solace
,
I
do
not
intend
that
you
ever
wed
Joffrey
.
No
marriage
will
reconcile
Stark
and
Lannister
after
all
that
has
happened
,
I
fear
.
More
’
s
the
pity
.
The
match
was
one
of
King
Robert
’
s
better
notions
,
if
Joffrey
hadn
’
t
mucked
it
up
.
"
She
knew
she
ought
to
say
something
,
but
the
words
caught
in
her
throat
.
"
You
grow
very
quiet
,
"
Tyrion
Lannister
observed
.
"
Is
this
what
you
want
?
An
end
to
your
betrothal
?
"
"
I
.
.
.
"
Sansa
did
not
know
what
to
say
.
Is
it
a
trick
?
Will
he
punish
me
if
I
tell
the
truth
?
She
stared
at
the
dwarf
’
s
brutal
bulging
brow
,
the
hard
black
eye
and
the
shrewd
green
one
,
the
crooked
teeth
and
wiry
beard
.
"
I
only
want
to
be
loyal
.
"
"
Loyal
,
"
the
dwarf
mused
,
"
and
far
from
any
Lannisters
.
I
can
scarce
blame
you
for
that
.
When
I
was
your
age
,
I
wanted
the
same
thing
.
"
He
smiled
.
"
They
tell
me
you
visit
the
godswood
every
day
.
What
do
you
pray
for
,
Sansa
?
"
I
pray
for
Robb
’
s
victory
and
Joffrey
’
s
death
.
.
.
and
for
home
.
For
Winterfell
.
"
I
pray
for
an
end
to
the
fighting
.
"
"
We
’
ll
have
that
soon
enough
.
There
will
be
another
battle
,
between
your
brother
Robb
and
my
lord
father
,
and
that
will
settle
the
issue
.
"
Robb
will
beat
him
,
Sansa
thought
.
He
beat
your
uncle
and
your
brother
Jaime
,
he
’
ll
beat
your
father
too
.
It
was
as
if
her
face
were
an
open
book
,
so
easily
did
the
dwarf
read
her
hopes
.
"
Do
not
take
Oxcross
too
much
to
heart
,
my
lady
,
"
he
told
her
,
not
unkindly
.
"
A
battle
is
not
a
war
,
and
my
lord
father
is
assuredly
not
my
uncle
Stafford
.
The
next
time
you
visit
the
godswood
,
pray
that
your
brother
has
the
wisdom
to
bend
the
knee
.
Once
the
north
returns
to
the
king
’
s
peace
,
I
mean
to
send
you
home
.
"
He
hopped
down
off
the
window
seat
and
said
,
"
You
may
sleep
here
tonight
.
I
’
ll
give
you
some
of
my
own
men
as
a
guard
,
some
Stone
Crows
perhaps
—
"
"
No
,
"
Sansa
blurted
out
,
aghast
.
If
she
was
locked
in
the
Tower
of
the
Hand
,
guarded
by
the
dwarf
’
s
men
,
how
would
Ser
Dontos
ever
spirit
her
away
to
freedom
?
