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He
drew
his
sword
and
showed
it
to
her
;
a
longsword
adroitly
shrunken
to
suit
a
boy
of
twelve
,
gleaming
blue
steel
,
castle-forged
and
double-edged
,
with
a
leather
grip
and
a
lion
's
-
head
pommel
in
gold
.
Sansa
exclaimed
over
it
admiringly
,
and
Joffrey
looked
pleased
.
"
I
call
it
Lion
's
Tooth
,
"
he
said
.
And
so
they
left
her
direwolf
and
his
bodyguard
behind
them
,
while
they
ranged
east
along
the
north
bank
of
the
Trident
with
no
company
save
Lion
's
Tooth
.
It
was
a
glorious
day
,
a
magical
day
.
The
air
was
warm
and
heavy
with
the
scent
of
flowers
,
and
the
woods
here
had
a
gentle
beauty
that
Sansa
had
never
seen
in
the
north
.
Prince
Joffrey
's
mount
was
a
blood
bay
courser
,
swift
as
the
wind
,
and
he
rode
it
with
reckless
abandon
,
so
fast
that
Sansa
was
hard-pressed
to
keep
up
on
her
mare
.
It
was
a
day
for
adventures
.
They
explored
the
caves
by
the
riverbank
,
and
tracked
a
shadowcat
to
its
lair
,
and
when
they
grew
hungry
,
Joffrey
found
a
holdfast
by
its
smoke
and
told
them
to
fetch
food
and
wine
for
their
prince
and
his
lady
.
They
dined
on
trout
fresh
from
the
river
,
and
Sansa
drank
more
wine
than
she
had
ever
drunk
before
.
"
My
father
only
lets
us
have
one
cup
,
and
only
at
feasts
,
"
she
confessed
to
her
prince
.
"
My
betrothed
can
drink
as
much
as
she
wants
,
"
Joffrey
said
,
refilling
her
cup
.
They
went
more
slowly
after
they
had
eaten
.
Joffrey
sang
for
her
as
they
rode
,
his
voice
high
and
sweet
and
pure
.
Sansa
was
a
little
dizzy
from
the
wine
.
"
Should
n't
we
be
starting
back
?
"
she
asked
.
"
Soon
,
"
Joffrey
said
.
"
The
battleground
is
right
up
ahead
,
where
the
river
bends
.
That
was
where
my
father
killed
Rhaegar
Targaryen
,
you
know
.
He
smashed
in
his
chest
,
crunch
,
right
through
the
armor
.
"
Joffrey
swung
an
imaginary
warhammer
to
show
her
how
it
was
done
.
"
Then
my
uncle
Jaime
killed
old
Aerys
,
and
my
father
was
king
.
What
's
that
sound
?
"
Sansa
heard
it
too
,
floating
through
the
woods
,
a
kind
of
wooden
clattering
,
snack
snack
snack
.
"
I
do
n't
know
,
"
she
said
.
It
made
her
nervous
,
though
.
"
Joffrey
,
let
's
go
back
.
"
"
I
want
to
see
what
it
is
.
"
Joffrey
turned
his
horse
in
the
direction
of
the
sounds
,
and
Sansa
had
no
choice
but
to
follow
.
The
noises
grew
louder
and
more
distinct
,
the
clack
of
wood
on
wood
,
and
as
they
grew
closer
they
heard
heavy
breathing
as
well
,
and
now
and
then
a
grunt
.
"
Someone
's
there
,
"
Sansa
said
anxiously
.
She
found
herself
thinking
of
Lady
,
wishing
the
direwolf
was
with
her
.
