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Mycah
stood
there
,
frozen
with
fear
.
Joffrey
walked
toward
him
.
"
Go
on
,
pick
it
up
.
Or
do
you
only
fight
little
girls
?
"
"
She
ast
me
to
,
m
'
lord
,
"
Mycah
said
.
"
She
ast
me
to
.
"
Sansa
had
only
to
glance
at
Arya
and
see
the
flush
on
her
sister
's
face
to
know
the
boy
was
telling
the
truth
,
but
Joffrey
was
in
no
mood
to
listen
.
The
wine
had
made
him
wild
.
"
Are
you
going
to
pick
up
your
sword
?
"
Mycah
shook
his
head
.
"
It
's
only
a
stick
,
m
'
lord
.
It
's
not
no
sword
,
it
's
only
a
stick
.
"
"
And
you
're
only
a
butcher
's
boy
,
and
no
knight
.
"
Joffrey
lifted
Lion
's
Tooth
and
laid
its
point
on
Mycah
's
cheek
below
the
eye
,
as
the
butcher
's
boy
stood
trembling
.
"
That
was
my
lady
's
sister
you
were
hitting
,
do
you
know
that
?
"
A
bright
bud
of
blood
blossomed
where
his
sword
pressed
into
Mycah
's
flesh
,
and
a
slow
red
line
trickled
down
the
boy
's
cheek
.
"
Stop
it
!
"
Arya
screamed
.
She
grabbed
up
her
fallen
stick
.
Sansa
was
afraid
.
"
Arya
,
you
stay
out
of
this
.
"
"
I
wo
n't
hurt
him
...
much
,
"
Prince
Joffrey
told
Arya
,
never
taking
his
eyes
off
the
butcher
's
boy
.
