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"
You
look
pale
,
Sansa
,
"
Cersei
observed
.
"
Is
your
red
flower
still
blooming
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
"
How
apt
.
The
men
will
bleed
out
there
,
and
you
in
here
.
"
The
queen
signaled
for
the
first
course
to
be
served
.
"
Why
is
Ser
Ilyn
here
?
"
Sansa
blurted
out
.
The
queen
glanced
at
the
mute
headsman
.
"
To
deal
with
treason
,
and
to
defend
us
if
need
be
.
He
was
a
knight
before
he
was
a
headsman
.
"
She
pointed
her
spoon
toward
the
end
of
the
hall
,
where
the
tall
wooden
doors
had
been
closed
and
barred
.
"
When
the
axes
smash
down
those
doors
,
you
may
be
glad
of
him
.
"
I
would
be
gladder
if
it
were
the
Hound
,
Sansa
thought
.
Harsh
as
he
was
,
she
did
not
believe
Sandor
Clegane
would
let
any
harm
come
to
her
.
"
Won
’
t
your
guards
protect
us
?
"
"
And
who
will
protect
us
from
my
guards
?
"
The
queen
gave
Osfryd
a
sideways
look
.
"
Loyal
sellswords
are
rare
as
virgin
whores
.
If
the
battle
is
lost
my
guards
will
trip
on
those
crimson
cloaks
in
their
haste
to
rip
them
off
.
They
’
ll
steal
what
they
can
and
flee
,
along
with
the
serving
men
,
washer
women
,
and
stableboys
,
all
out
to
save
their
own
worthless
hides
.
Do
you
have
any
notion
what
happens
when
a
city
is
sacked
,
Sansa
?
No
,
you
wouldn
’
t
,
would
you
?
All
you
know
of
life
you
learned
from
singers
,
and
there
’
s
such
a
dearth
of
good
sacking
songs
.
"
"
True
knights
would
never
harm
women
and
children
.
"
The
words
rang
hollow
in
her
ears
even
as
she
said
them
"
True
knights
.
"
The
queen
seemed
to
find
that
wonderfully
amusing
.
"
No
doubt
you
’
re
right
.
So
why
don
’
t
you
just
eat
your
broth
like
a
good
girl
and
wait
for
Symeon
Star
-
Eyes
and
Prince
Aemon
the
Dragonknight
to
come
rescue
you
,
sweetling
.
I
’
m
sure
it
won
’
t
be
very
long
now
.
"
Blackwater
Bay
was
rough
and
choppy
,
whitecaps
everywhere
.
Black
Betha
rode
the
flood
tide
,
her
sail
cracking
and
snapping
at
each
shift
of
wind
.
Wraith
and
Lady
Marya
sailed
beside
her
,
no
more
than
twenty
yards
between
their
hulls
.
His
sons
could
keep
a
line
.
Davos
took
pride
in
that
.
