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Half
the
court
will
be
drunk
and
the
other
half
will
be
helping
Joffrey
bed
his
bride
.
For
a
little
while
,
you
will
be
forgotten
,
and
the
confusion
will
be
our
friend
.
"
"
The
wedding
won
’
t
be
for
a
moon
’
s
turn
yet
.
Margaery
Tyrell
is
at
Highgarden
,
they
’
ve
only
now
sent
for
her
.
"
"
You
’
ve
waited
so
long
,
be
patient
a
while
longer
.
Here
,
I
have
something
for
you
.
"
Ser
Dontos
fumbled
in
his
pouch
and
drew
out
a
silvery
spider
-
web
,
dangling
it
between
his
thick
fingers
.
It
was
a
hair
net
of
fine
-
spun
silver
,
the
strands
so
thin
and
delicate
the
net
seemed
to
weigh
no
more
than
a
breath
of
air
when
Sansa
took
it
in
her
fingers
.
Small
gems
were
set
wherever
two
strands
crossed
,
so
dark
they
drank
the
moonlight
.
"
What
stones
are
these
?
"
"
Black
amethysts
from
Asshai
.
The
rarest
kind
,
a
deep
true
purple
by
daylight
.
"
"
It
’
s
very
lovely
,
"
Sansa
said
,
thinking
,
It
is
a
ship
I
need
,
not
a
net
for
my
hair
.
"
Lovelier
than
you
know
,
sweet
child
.
It
’
s
magic
,
you
see
.
It
’
s
justice
you
hold
.
It
’
s
vengeance
for
your
father
.
"
Dontos
leaned
close
and
kissed
her
again
.
"
It
’
s
home
.
"
Maester
Luwin
came
to
him
when
the
first
scouts
were
seen
outside
the
walls
.
"
My
lord
prince
,
"
he
said
,
"
you
must
yield
.
"
Theon
stared
at
the
platter
of
oakcakes
,
honey
,
and
blood
sausage
they
’
d
brought
him
to
break
his
fast
.
Another
sleepless
night
had
left
his
nerves
raw
,
and
the
very
sight
of
food
sickened
him
.
"
There
has
been
no
reply
from
my
uncle
?
"
"
None
,
"
the
maester
said
.
"
Nor
from
your
father
on
Pyke
.
"
"
Send
more
birds
.
"
