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"
You
're
safe
with
me
.
"
Joffrey
drew
his
Lion
's
Tooth
from
its
sheath
.
The
sound
of
steel
on
leather
made
her
tremble
.
"
This
way
,
"
he
said
,
riding
through
a
stand
of
trees
.
Beyond
,
in
a
clearing
overlooking
the
river
,
they
came
upon
a
boy
and
a
girl
playing
at
knights
.
Their
swords
were
wooden
sticks
,
broom
handles
from
the
look
of
them
,
and
they
were
rushing
across
the
grass
,
swinging
at
each
other
lustily
.
The
boy
was
years
older
,
a
head
taller
,
and
much
stronger
,
and
he
was
pressing
the
attack
.
The
girl
,
a
scrawny
thing
in
soiled
leathers
,
was
dodging
and
managing
to
get
her
stick
in
the
way
of
most
of
the
boy
's
blows
,
but
not
all
.
When
she
tried
to
lunge
at
him
,
he
caught
her
stick
with
his
own
,
swept
it
aside
,
and
slid
his
wood
down
hard
on
her
fingers
.
She
cried
out
and
lost
her
weapon
.
Prince
Joffrey
laughed
.
The
boy
looked
around
,
wide-eyed
and
startled
,
and
dropped
his
stick
in
the
grass
.
The
girl
glared
at
them
,
sucking
on
her
knuckles
to
take
the
sting
out
,
and
Sansa
was
horrified
.
"
Arya
?
"
she
called
out
incredulously
.
"
Go
away
,
"
Arya
shouted
back
at
them
,
angry
tears
in
her
eyes
.
"
What
are
you
doing
here
?
Leave
us
alone
.
"
Joffrey
glanced
from
Arya
to
Sansa
and
back
again
.
"
Your
sister
?
"
She
nodded
,
blushing
.
Joffrey
examined
the
boy
,
an
ungainly
lad
with
a
coarse
,
freckled
face
and
thick
red
hair
.
"
And
who
are
you
,
boy
?
"
he
asked
in
a
commanding
tone
that
took
no
notice
of
the
fact
that
the
other
was
a
year
his
senior
.
"
Mycah
,
"
the
boy
muttered
.
He
recognized
the
prince
and
averted
his
eyes
.
"
M'lord
.
"
"
He
's
the
butcher
's
boy
,
"
Sansa
said
.
"
He
's
my
friend
,
"
Arya
said
sharply
.
"
You
leave
him
alone
.
"
"
A
butcher
's
boy
who
wants
to
be
a
knight
,
is
it
?
"
Joffrey
swung
down
from
his
mount
,
sword
in
hand
.
"
Pick
up
your
sword
,
butcher
's
boy
,
"
he
said
,
his
eyes
bright
with
amusement
.
"
Let
us
see
how
good
you
are
.
"
