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"
Not
to
me
.
I
have
the
white
cloak
.
And
I
have
this
.
"
He
patted
the
pommel
of
his
sword
.
"
The
man
who
tries
to
stop
me
is
a
dead
man
.
Unless
he
’
s
on
fire
.
"
He
laughed
bitterly
.
"
Why
did
you
come
here
?
"
"
You
promised
me
a
song
,
little
bird
.
Have
you
forgotten
?
"
She
didn
’
t
know
what
he
meant
.
She
couldn
’
t
sing
for
him
now
,
here
,
with
the
sky
aswirl
with
fire
and
men
dying
in
their
hundreds
and
their
thousands
.
"
I
can
’
t
,
"
she
said
.
"
Let
me
go
,
you
’
re
scaring
me
.
"
"
Everything
scares
you
.
Look
at
me
.
Look
at
me
.
"
The
blood
masked
the
worst
of
his
scars
,
but
his
eyes
were
white
and
wide
and
terrifying
.
The
burnt
corner
of
his
mouth
twitched
and
twitched
again
.
Sansa
could
smell
him
;
a
stink
of
sweat
and
sour
wine
and
stale
vomit
,
and
over
it
all
the
reek
of
blood
,
blood
,
blood
.
"
I
could
keep
you
safe
,
"
he
rasped
.
"
They
’
re
all
afraid
of
me
.
No
one
would
hurt
you
again
,
or
I
’
d
kill
them
.
"
He
yanked
her
closer
,
and
for
a
moment
she
thought
he
meant
to
kiss
her
.
He
was
too
strong
to
fight
.
She
closed
her
eyes
,
wanting
it
to
be
over
,
but
nothing
happened
.
"
Still
can
’
t
bear
to
look
,
can
you
?
"
she
heard
him
say
.
He
gave
her
arm
a
hard
wrench
,
pulling
her
around
and
shoving
her
down
onto
the
bed
.
"
I
’
ll
have
that
song
.
Florian
and
Jonquil
,
you
said
.
"
His
dagger
was
out
,
poised
at
her
throat
.
"
Sing
,
little
bird
.
Sing
for
your
little
life
.
"
Her
throat
was
dry
and
tight
with
fear
,
and
every
song
she
had
ever
known
had
fled
from
her
mind
.
Please
don
’
t
kill
me
,
she
wanted
to
scream
,
please
don
’
t
.
She
could
feel
him
twisting
the
point
,
pushing
it
into
her
throat
,
and
she
almost
closed
her
eyes
again
,
but
then
she
remembered
.
It
was
not
the
song
of
Florian
and
Jonquil
,
but
it
was
a
song
.
Her
voice
sounded
small
and
thin
and
tremulous
in
her
ears
.
Gentle
Mother
,
font
of
mercy
,
save
our
sons
from
war
,
we
pray
,
stay
the
swords
and
stay
the
arrows
,
let
them
know
a
better
day
.
Gentle
Mother
,
strength
of
women
,
help
our
daughters
through
this
fray
,
soothe
the
wrath
and
tame
the
fury
,
teach
us
all
a
kinder
way
.
