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Sansa
could
n't
help
but
smile
a
little
.
The
kennelmaster
once
told
her
that
an
animal
takes
after
its
master
.
She
gave
Lady
a
quick
little
hug
.
Lady
licked
her
cheek
.
Sansa
giggled
.
Arya
heard
and
whirled
around
,
glaring
.
"
I
do
n't
care
what
you
say
,
I
'm
going
out
riding
.
"
Her
long
horsey
face
got
the
stubborn
look
that
meant
she
was
going
to
do
something
willful
.
"
Gods
be
true
,
Arya
,
sometimes
you
act
like
such
a
child
,
"
Sansa
said
.
"
I
'll
go
by
myself
then
.
It
will
be
ever
so
much
nicer
that
way
.
Lady
and
I
will
eat
all
the
lemon
cakes
and
just
have
the
best
time
without
you
.
"
She
turned
to
walk
off
,
but
Arya
shouted
after
her
,
"
They
wo
n't
let
you
bring
Lady
either
.
"
She
was
gone
before
Sansa
could
think
of
a
reply
,
chasing
Nymeria
along
the
river
.
Alone
and
humiliated
,
Sansa
took
the
long
way
back
to
the
inn
,
where
she
knew
Septa
Mordane
would
be
waiting
.
Lady
padded
quietly
by
her
side
.
She
was
almost
in
tears
.
All
she
wanted
was
for
things
to
be
nice
and
pretty
,
the
way
they
were
in
the
songs
.
Why
could
n't
Arya
be
sweet
and
delicate
and
kind
,
like
Princess
Myrcella
?
She
would
have
liked
a
sister
like
that
.
Sansa
could
never
understand
how
two
sisters
,
born
only
two
years
apart
,
could
be
so
different
.
It
would
have
been
easier
if
Arya
had
been
a
bastard
,
like
their
half
brother
Jon
.
She
even
looked
like
Jon
,
with
the
long
face
and
brown
hair
of
the
Starks
,
and
nothing
of
their
lady
mother
in
her
face
or
her
coloring
.
And
Jon
's
mother
had
been
common
,
or
so
people
whispered
.
Once
,
when
she
was
littler
,
Sansa
had
even
asked
Mother
if
perhaps
there
had
n't
been
some
mistake
.
Perhaps
the
grumkins
had
stolen
her
real
sister
.
But
Mother
had
only
laughed
and
said
no
,
Arya
was
her
daughter
and
Sansa
's
trueborn
sister
,
blood
of
their
blood
.
Sansa
could
not
think
why
Mother
would
want
to
lie
about
it
,
so
she
supposed
it
had
to
be
true
.
As
she
neared
the
center
of
camp
,
her
distress
was
quickly
forgotten
.
A
crowd
had
gathered
around
the
queen
's
wheelhouse
.
Sansa
heard
excited
voices
buzzing
like
a
hive
of
bees
.
The
doors
had
been
thrown
open
,
she
saw
,
and
the
queen
stood
at
the
top
of
the
wooden
steps
,
smiling
down
at
someone
.
She
heard
her
saying
,
"
The
council
does
us
great
honor
,
my
good
lords
.
"
"
What
's
happening
?
"
she
asked
a
squire
she
knew
.
"
The
council
sent
riders
from
King
's
Landing
to
escort
us
the
rest
of
the
way
,
"
he
told
her
.
"
An
honor
guard
for
the
king
.
"
Anxious
to
see
,
Sansa
let
Lady
clear
a
path
through
the
crowd
.
People
moved
aside
hastily
for
the
direwolf
.
When
she
got
closer
,
she
saw
two
knights
kneeling
before
the
queen
,
in
armor
so
fine
and
gorgeous
that
it
made
her
blink
.
