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Sansa
twisted
in
his
grasp
.
"
I
wasn
’
t
going
to
fall
.
It
was
only
.
.
.
you
startled
me
,
that
’
s
all
.
"
"
You
mean
I
scared
you
.
And
still
do
.
"
She
took
a
deep
breath
to
calm
herself
.
"
I
thought
I
was
alone
,
I
.
.
.
"
She
glanced
away
.
"
The
little
bird
still
can
’
t
bear
to
look
at
me
,
can
she
?
"
The
Hound
released
her
.
"
You
were
glad
enough
to
see
my
face
when
the
mob
had
you
,
though
.
Remember
?
"
Sansa
remembered
all
too
well
.
She
remembered
the
way
they
had
howled
,
the
feel
of
the
blood
running
down
her
cheek
from
where
the
stone
had
struck
her
,
and
the
garlic
stink
on
the
breath
of
the
man
who
had
tried
to
pull
her
from
her
horse
.
She
could
still
feel
the
cruel
pinch
of
fingers
on
her
wrist
as
she
lost
her
balance
and
began
to
fall
.
She
’
d
thought
she
was
going
to
die
then
,
but
the
fingers
had
twitched
,
all
five
at
once
,
and
the
man
had
shrieked
loud
as
a
horse
.
When
his
hand
fell
away
,
another
hand
,
stronger
,
shoved
her
back
into
her
saddle
.
The
man
with
the
garlicky
breath
was
on
the
ground
,
blood
pumping
out
the
stump
of
his
arm
,
but
there
were
others
all
around
,
some
with
clubs
in
hand
.
The
Hound
leapt
at
them
,
his
sword
a
blur
of
steel
that
trailed
a
red
mist
as
it
swung
.
When
they
broke
and
ran
before
him
he
had
laughed
,
his
terrible
burned
face
for
a
moment
transformed
.
She
made
herself
look
at
that
face
now
,
really
look
.
It
was
only
courteous
,
and
a
lady
must
never
forget
her
courtesies
.
The
scars
are
not
the
worst
part
,
nor
even
the
way
his
mouth
twitches
.
It
’
s
his
eyes
.
She
had
never
seen
eyes
so
full
of
anger
.
"
I
.
.
.
I
should
have
come
to
you
after
,
"
she
said
haltingly
.
"
To
thank
you
,
for
.
.
.
for
saving
me
.
.
.
you
were
so
brave
.
"
"
Brave
?
"
His
laugh
was
half
a
snarl
.
"
A
dog
doesn
’
t
need
courage
to
chase
off
rats
.
They
had
me
thirty
to
one
,
and
not
a
man
of
them
dared
face
me
.
"
She
hated
the
way
he
talked
,
always
so
harsh
and
angry
.
"
Does
it
give
you
joy
to
scare
people
?
"
"
No
,
it
gives
me
joy
to
kill
people
.
"
His
mouth
twitched
.
"
Wrinkle
up
your
face
all
you
like
,
but
spare
me
this
false
piety
.
You
were
a
high
lord
’
s
get
.
Don
’
t
tell
me
Lord
Eddard
Stark
of
Winterfell
never
killed
a
man
.
"
