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Sansa
could
feel
the
Hound
watching
her
.
"
Did
you
think
Joff
was
going
to
take
you
himself
?
"
He
laughed
.
He
had
a
laugh
like
the
snarling
of
dogs
in
a
pit
.
"
Small
chance
of
that
.
"
He
pulled
her
unresisting
to
her
feet
.
"
Come
,
you
're
not
the
only
one
needs
sleep
.
I
've
drunk
too
much
,
and
I
may
need
to
kill
my
brother
tomorrow
.
"
He
laughed
again
.
Suddenly
terrified
,
Sansa
pushed
at
Septa
Mordane
's
shoulder
,
hoping
to
wake
her
,
but
she
only
snored
the
louder
.
King
Robert
had
stumbled
off
and
half
the
benches
were
suddenly
empty
.
The
feast
was
over
,
and
the
beautiful
dream
had
ended
with
it
.
The
Hound
snatched
up
a
torch
to
light
their
way
.
Sansa
followed
close
beside
him
.
The
ground
was
rocky
and
uneven
;
the
flickering
light
made
it
seem
to
shift
and
move
beneath
her
.
She
kept
her
eyes
lowered
,
watching
where
she
placed
her
feet
.
They
walked
among
the
pavilions
,
each
with
its
banner
and
its
armor
hung
outside
,
the
silence
weighing
heavier
with
every
step
.
Sansa
could
not
bear
the
sight
of
him
,
he
frightened
her
so
,
yet
she
had
been
raised
in
all
the
ways
of
courtesy
.
A
true
lady
would
not
notice
his
face
,
she
told
herself
.
"
You
rode
gallantly
today
,
Ser
Sandor
,
"
she
made
herself
say
.
Sandor
Clegane
snarled
at
her
.
"
Spare
me
your
empty
little
compliments
,
girl
...
and
your
ser
's
.
I
am
no
knight
.
I
spit
on
them
and
their
vows
.
My
brother
is
a
knight
.
Did
you
see
him
ride
today
?
"
"
Yes
,
"
Sansa
whispered
,
trembling
.
"
He
was
...
"
Gallant
?
"
the
Hound
finished
.
He
was
mocking
her
,
she
realized
.
"
No
one
could
withstand
him
,
"
she
managed
at
last
,
proud
of
herself
.
It
was
no
lie
.
Sandor
Clegane
stopped
suddenly
in
the
middle
of
a
dark
and
empty
field
.
She
had
no
choice
but
to
stop
beside
him
.
"
Some
septa
trained
you
well
.
You
're
like
one
of
those
birds
from
the
Summer
Isles
,
are
n't
you
?
A
pretty
little
talking
bird
,
repeating
all
the
pretty
little
words
they
taught
you
to
recite
.
"
"
That
's
unkind
.
"
Sansa
could
feel
her
heart
fluttering
in
her
chest
.
"
You
're
frightening
me
.
I
want
to
go
now
.
"
