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"
He
was
too
kind
,
"
she
demurred
,
trying
to
remain
modest
and
calm
,
though
her
heart
was
singing
.
"
Ser
Loras
is
a
true
knight
.
Do
you
think
he
will
win
tomorrow
,
my
lord
?
"
"
No
,
"
Joffrey
said
.
"
My
dog
will
do
for
him
,
or
perhaps
my
uncle
Jaime
.
And
in
a
few
years
,
when
I
am
old
enough
to
enter
the
lists
,
I
shall
do
for
them
all
.
"
He
raised
his
hand
to
summon
a
servant
with
a
flagon
of
iced
summerwine
,
and
poured
her
a
cup
.
She
looked
anxiously
at
Septa
Mordane
,
until
Joffrey
leaned
over
and
filled
the
septa
's
cup
as
well
,
so
she
nodded
and
thanked
him
graciously
and
said
not
another
word
.
The
servants
kept
the
cups
filled
all
night
,
yet
afterward
Sansa
could
not
recall
ever
tasting
the
wine
.
She
needed
no
wine
.
She
was
drunk
on
the
magic
of
the
night
,
giddy
with
glamour
,
swept
away
by
beauties
she
had
dreamt
of
all
her
life
and
never
dared
hope
to
know
.
Singers
sat
before
the
king
's
pavilion
,
filling
the
dusk
with
music
.
A
juggler
kept
a
cascade
of
burning
clubs
spinning
through
the
air
.
The
king
's
own
fool
,
the
pie-faced
simpleton
called
Moon
Boy
,
danced
about
on
stilts
,
all
in
motley
,
making
mock
of
everyone
with
such
deft
cruelty
that
Sansa
wondered
if
he
was
simple
after
all
.
Even
Septa
Mordane
was
helpless
before
him
;
when
he
sang
his
little
song
about
the
High
Septon
,
she
laughed
so
hard
she
spilled
wine
on
herself
.
And
Joffrey
was
the
soul
of
courtesy
.
He
talked
to
Sansa
all
night
,
showering
her
with
compliments
,
making
her
laugh
,
sharing
little
bits
of
court
gossip
,
explaining
Moon
Boy
's
japes
.
Sansa
was
so
captivated
that
she
quite
forgot
all
her
courtesies
and
ignored
Septa
Mordane
,
seated
to
her
left
.
All
the
while
the
courses
came
and
went
.
A
thick
soup
of
barley
and
venison
.
Salads
of
sweetgrass
and
spinach
and
plums
,
sprinkled
with
crushed
nuts
.
Snails
in
honey
and
garlic
.
Sansa
had
never
eaten
snails
before
;
Joffrey
showed
her
how
to
get
the
snail
out
of
the
shell
,
and
fed
her
the
first
sweet
morsel
himself
.
Then
came
trout
fresh
from
the
river
,
baked
in
clay
;
her
prince
helped
her
crack
open
the
hard
casing
to
expose
the
flaky
white
flesh
within
.
And
when
the
meat
course
was
brought
out
,
he
served
her
himself
,
slicing
a
queen
's
portion
from
the
joint
,
smiling
as
he
laid
it
on
her
plate
.
She
could
see
from
the
way
he
moved
that
his
right
arm
was
still
troubling
him
,
yet
he
uttered
not
a
word
of
complaint
.
Later
came
sweetbreads
and
pigeon
pie
and
baked
apples
fragrant
with
cinnamon
and
lemon
cakes
frosted
in
sugar
,
but
by
then
Sansa
was
so
stuffed
that
she
could
not
manage
more
than
two
little
lemon
cakes
,
as
much
as
she
loved
them
.
She
was
wondering
whether
she
might
attempt
a
third
when
the
king
began
to
shout
.
King
Robert
had
grown
louder
with
each
course
.
From
time
to
time
Sansa
could
hear
him
laughing
or
roaring
a
command
over
the
music
and
the
clangor
of
plates
and
cutlery
,
but
they
were
too
far
away
for
her
to
make
out
his
words
.
Now
everybody
heard
him
.
"
No
,
"
he
thundered
in
a
voice
that
drowned
out
all
other
speech
.
Sansa
was
shocked
to
see
the
king
on
his
feet
,
red
of
face
,
reeling
.
He
had
a
goblet
of
wine
in
one
hand
,
and
he
was
drunk
as
a
man
could
be
.
"
You
do
not
tell
me
what
to
do
,
woman
,
"
he
screamed
at
Queen
Cersei
.
"
I
am
king
here
,
do
you
understand
?
I
rule
here
,
and
if
I
say
that
I
will
fight
tomorrow
,
I
will
fight
!
"
