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Father
looked
pained
.
"
I
suppose
so
.
Very
well
,
I
shall
arrange
a
place
for
you
,
Sansa
.
"
He
saw
Arya
.
"
For
both
of
you
.
"
"
I
do
n't
care
about
their
stupid
tourney
,
"
Arya
said
.
She
knew
Prince
Joffrey
would
be
there
,
and
she
hated
Prince
Joffrey
.
Sansa
lifted
her
head
.
"
It
will
be
a
splendid
event
.
You
sha
n't
be
wanted
.
"
Anger
flashed
across
Father
's
face
.
"
Enough
,
Sansa
.
More
of
that
and
you
will
change
my
mind
.
I
am
weary
unto
death
of
this
endless
war
you
two
are
fighting
.
You
are
sisters
.
I
expect
you
to
behave
like
sisters
,
is
that
understood
?
"
Sansa
bit
her
lip
and
nodded
.
Arya
lowered
her
face
to
stare
sullenly
at
her
plate
.
She
could
feel
tears
stinging
her
eyes
.
She
rubbed
them
away
angrily
,
determined
not
to
cry
.
The
only
sound
was
the
clatter
of
knives
and
forks
.
"
Pray
excuse
me
,
"
her
father
announced
to
the
table
.
"
I
find
I
have
small
appetite
tonight
.
"
He
walked
from
the
hall
.
After
he
was
gone
,
Sansa
exchanged
excited
whispers
with
Jeyne
Poole
.
Down
the
table
Jory
laughed
at
a
joke
,
and
Hullen
started
in
about
horseflesh
.
"
Your
warhorse
,
now
,
he
may
not
be
the
best
one
for
the
joust
.
Not
the
same
thing
,
oh
,
no
,
not
the
same
at
all
.
"
The
men
had
heard
it
all
before
;
Desmond
,
Jacks
,
and
Hullen
's
son
Harwin
shouted
him
down
together
,
and
Porther
called
for
more
wine
.
No
one
talked
to
Arya
.
She
did
n't
care
.
She
liked
it
that
way
.
She
would
have
eaten
her
meals
alone
in
her
bedchamber
if
they
let
her
.
Sometimes
they
did
,
when
Father
had
to
dine
with
the
king
or
some
lord
or
the
envoys
from
this
place
or
that
place
.
The
rest
of
the
time
,
they
ate
in
his
solar
,
just
him
and
her
and
Sansa
.
That
was
when
Arya
missed
her
brothers
most
.
She
wanted
to
tease
Bran
and
play
with
baby
Rickon
and
have
Robb
smile
at
her
.
She
wanted
Jon
to
muss
up
her
hair
and
call
her
"
little
sister
"
and
finish
her
sentences
with
her
.
But
all
of
them
were
gone
.
She
had
no
one
left
but
Sansa
,
and
Sansa
would
n't
even
talk
to
her
unless
Father
made
her
.
Back
at
Winterfell
,
they
had
eaten
in
the
Great
Hall
almost
half
the
time
.
Her
father
used
to
say
that
a
lord
needed
to
eat
with
his
men
,
if
he
hoped
to
keep
them
.
"
Know
the
men
who
follow
you
,
"
she
heard
him
tell
Robb
once
,
"
and
let
them
know
you
.
Do
n't
ask
your
men
to
die
for
a
stranger
.
"
At
Winterfell
,
he
always
had
an
extra
seat
set
at
his
own
table
,
and
every
day
a
different
man
would
be
asked
to
join
him
.
One
night
it
would
be
Vayon
Poole
,
and
the
talk
would
be
coppers
and
bread
stores
and
servants
.
The
next
time
it
would
be
Mikken
,
and
her
father
would
listen
to
him
go
on
about
armor
and
swords
and
how
hot
a
forge
should
be
and
the
best
way
to
temper
steel
.
Another
day
it
might
be
Hullen
with
his
endless
horse
talk
,
or
Septon
Chayle
from
the
library
,
or
Jory
,
or
Ser
Rodrik
,
or
even
Old
Nan
with
her
stories
.
