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She
never
knew
why
she
got
to
her
feet
,
but
she
did
.
"
Don
’
t
be
afraid
,
"
she
told
them
loudly
.
"
The
queen
has
raised
the
drawbridge
.
This
is
the
safest
place
in
the
city
.
There
’
s
thick
walls
,
the
moat
,
the
spikes
.
.
.
"
"
What
’
s
happened
?
"
demanded
a
woman
she
knew
slightly
,
the
wife
of
a
lesser
lordling
.
"
What
did
Osney
tell
her
?
Is
the
king
hurt
,
has
the
city
fallen
?
"
"
Tell
us
,
"
someone
else
shouted
.
One
woman
asked
about
her
father
,
another
her
son
.
Sansa
raised
her
hands
for
quiet
.
"
Joffrey
’
s
come
back
to
the
castle
.
He
’
s
not
hurt
.
They
’
re
still
fighting
,
that
’
s
all
I
know
,
they
’
re
fighting
bravely
.
The
queen
will
be
back
soon
.
"
The
last
was
a
lie
,
but
she
had
to
soothe
them
.
She
noticed
the
fools
standing
under
the
galley
.
"
Moon
Boy
,
make
us
laugh
.
"
Moon
Boy
did
a
cartwheel
,
and
vaulted
on
top
of
a
table
.
He
grabbed
up
four
wine
cups
and
began
to
juggle
them
.
Every
so
often
one
of
them
would
come
down
and
smash
him
in
the
head
.
A
few
nervous
laughs
echoed
through
the
hall
.
Sansa
went
to
Ser
Lancel
and
knelt
beside
him
.
His
wound
was
bleeding
afresh
where
the
queen
had
struck
him
.
"
Madness
,
"
he
gasped
.
"
Gods
,
the
Imp
was
right
,
was
right
.
.
.
"
"
Help
him
,
"
Sansa
commanded
two
of
the
serving
men
.
One
just
looked
at
her
and
ran
,
flagon
and
all
.
Other
servants
were
leaving
the
hall
as
well
,
but
she
could
not
help
that
.
Together
,
Sansa
and
the
serving
man
got
the
wounded
knight
back
on
his
feet
.
"
Take
him
to
Maester
Frenken
.
"
Lancel
was
one
of
them
,
yet
somehow
she
still
could
not
bring
herself
to
wish
him
dead
.
I
am
soft
and
weak
and
stupid
,
just
as
Joffrey
says
.
I
should
be
killing
him
,
not
helping
him
.
The
torches
had
begun
to
burn
low
,
and
one
or
two
had
flickered
out
.
No
one
troubled
to
replace
them
.
Cersei
did
not
return
.
Ser
Dontos
climbed
the
dais
while
all
eyes
were
on
the
other
fool
.
"
Go
back
to
your
bedchamber
,
sweet
Jonquil
,
"
he
whispered
.
"
Lock
yourself
in
,
you
’
ll
be
safer
there
.
I
’
ll
come
for
you
when
the
battle
’
s
done
.
"
Someone
will
come
for
me
,
Sansa
thought
,
but
will
it
be
you
,
or
will
it
be
Ser
Ilyn
?
For
a
mad
moment
she
thought
of
begging
Dontos
to
defend
her
.
He
had
been
a
knight
too
,
trained
with
the
sword
and
sworn
to
defend
the
weak
.
No
.
He
has
not
the
courage
,
or
the
skill
.
I
would
only
be
killing
him
as
well
.
It
took
all
the
strength
she
had
in
her
to
walk
slowly
from
the
Queen
’
s
Ballroom
when
she
wanted
so
badly
to
run
.
When
she
reached
the
steps
,
she
did
run
,
up
and
around
until
she
was
breathless
and
dizzy
.
One
of
the
guards
knocked
into
her
on
the
stair
.
A
jeweled
wine
cup
and
a
pair
of
silver
candlesticks
spilled
out
of
the
crimson
cloak
he
’
d
wrapped
them
in
and
went
clattering
down
the
steps
.
He
hurried
after
them
,
paying
Sansa
no
mind
once
he
decided
she
was
not
going
to
try
and
take
his
loot
.
