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"
What
about
them
women
who
went
to
pray
?
"
"
They
chose
to
leave
my
protection
.
Let
them
pray
;
perhaps
the
gods
will
defend
them
.
Where
’
s
my
son
?
"
"
The
castle
gatehouse
.
He
wanted
to
command
the
crossbowmen
.
There
’
s
a
mob
howling
outside
,
half
of
them
gold
cloaks
who
came
with
him
when
we
left
the
Mud
Gate
.
"
"
Bring
him
inside
Maegor
’
s
now
.
"
"
No
!
"
Lancel
was
so
angry
he
forgot
to
keep
his
voice
down
.
Heads
turned
toward
them
as
he
shouted
,
"
We
’
ll
have
the
Mud
Gate
all
over
again
.
Let
him
stay
where
he
is
,
he
’
s
the
king
—
"
"
He
’
s
my
son
.
"
Cersei
Lannister
rose
to
her
feet
.
"
You
claim
to
be
a
Lannister
as
well
,
cousin
,
prove
it
.
Osfryd
,
why
are
you
standing
there
?
Now
means
today
.
"
Osfryd
Kettleblack
hurried
from
the
hall
,
his
brother
with
him
.
Many
of
the
guests
were
rushing
out
as
well
.
Some
of
the
women
were
weeping
,
some
praying
.
Others
simply
remained
at
the
tables
and
called
for
more
wine
.
"
Cersei
,
"
Ser
Lancel
pleaded
,
"
if
we
lose
the
castle
,
Joffrey
will
be
killed
in
any
case
,
you
know
that
.
Let
him
stay
,
I
’
ll
keep
him
by
me
,
I
swear
—
"
"
Get
out
of
my
way
.
"
Cersei
slammed
her
open
palm
into
his
wound
.
Ser
Lancel
cried
out
in
pain
and
almost
fainted
as
the
queen
swept
from
the
room
.
She
spared
Sansa
not
so
much
as
a
glance
.
She
’
s
forgotten
me
.
Ser
Ilyn
will
kill
me
and
she
won
’
t
even
think
about
it
.
"
Oh
,
gods
,
"
an
old
woman
wailed
.
"
We
’
re
lost
,
the
battle
’
s
lost
,
she
’
s
running
.
"
Several
children
were
crying
.
They
can
smell
the
fear
.
Sansa
found
herself
alone
on
the
dais
.
Should
she
stay
here
,
or
run
after
the
queen
and
plead
for
her
life
?
