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She
had
forgotten
the
other
verses
.
When
her
voice
trailed
off
,
she
feared
he
might
kill
her
,
but
after
a
moment
the
Hound
took
the
blade
from
her
throat
,
never
speaking
.
Some
instinct
made
her
lift
her
hand
and
cup
his
cheek
with
her
fingers
.
The
room
was
too
dark
for
her
to
see
him
,
but
she
could
feel
the
stickiness
of
the
blood
,
and
a
wetness
that
was
not
blood
.
"
Little
bird
,
"
he
said
once
more
,
his
voice
raw
and
harsh
as
steel
on
stone
.
Then
he
rose
from
the
bed
.
Sansa
heard
cloth
ripping
,
followed
by
the
softer
sound
of
retreating
footsteps
.
When
she
crawled
out
of
bed
,
long
moments
later
,
she
was
alone
.
She
found
his
cloak
on
the
floor
,
twisted
up
tight
,
the
white
wool
stained
by
blood
and
fire
.
The
sky
outside
was
darker
by
then
,
with
only
a
few
pale
green
ghosts
dancing
against
the
stars
.
A
chill
wind
was
blowing
,
banging
the
shutters
.
Sansa
was
cold
.
She
shook
out
the
torn
cloak
and
huddled
beneath
it
on
the
floor
,
shivering
.
How
long
she
stayed
there
she
could
not
have
said
,
but
after
a
time
she
heard
a
bell
ringing
,
far
off
across
the
city
.
The
sound
was
a
deep
-
throated
bronze
booming
,
coming
faster
with
each
knell
.
Sansa
was
wondering
what
it
might
mean
when
a
second
bell
joined
in
,
and
a
third
,
their
voices
calling
across
the
hills
and
hollows
,
the
alleys
and
towers
,
to
every
corner
of
King
’
s
Landing
.
She
threw
off
the
cloak
and
went
to
her
window
.
The
first
faint
hint
of
dawn
was
visible
in
the
east
,
and
the
Red
Keep
’
s
own
bells
were
ringing
now
,
joining
in
the
swelling
river
of
sound
that
flowed
from
the
seven
crystal
towers
of
the
Great
Sept
of
Baelor
.
They
had
rung
the
bells
when
King
Robert
died
,
she
remembered
,
but
this
was
different
,
no
slow
dolorous
death
knell
but
a
joyful
thunder
.
She
could
hear
men
shouting
in
the
streets
as
well
,
and
something
that
could
only
be
cheers
.
It
was
Ser
Dontos
who
brought
her
the
word
.
He
staggered
through
her
open
door
,
wrapped
her
in
his
flabby
arms
,
and
whirled
her
around
and
around
the
room
,
whooping
so
incoherently
that
Sansa
understood
not
a
word
of
it
.
He
was
as
drunk
as
the
Hound
had
been
,
but
in
him
it
was
a
dancing
happy
drunk
.
She
was
breathless
and
dizzy
when
he
let
her
down
.
"
What
is
it
?
"
She
clutched
at
a
bedpost
.
"
What
’
s
happened
?
Tell
me
!
"
"
It
’
s
done
!
Done
!
Done
!
The
city
is
saved
.
Lord
Stannis
is
dead
,
Lord
Stannis
is
fled
,
no
one
knows
,
no
one
cares
,
his
host
is
broken
,
the
danger
’
s
done
.
Slaughtered
,
scattered
,
or
gone
over
,
they
say
.
Oh
,
the
bright
banners
!
The
banners
,
Jonquil
,
the
banners
!
Do
you
have
any
wine
?
We
ought
to
drink
to
this
day
,
yes
.
It
means
you
’
re
safe
,
don
’
t
you
see
?
"
"
Tell
me
what
’
s
happened
!
"
Sansa
shook
him
.
Ser
Dontos
laughed
and
hopped
from
one
leg
to
the
other
,
almost
falling
.
"
They
came
up
through
the
ashes
while
the
river
was
burning
.
