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The
silence
went
on
and
on
,
so
long
that
she
began
to
grow
afraid
once
more
,
but
she
was
afraid
for
him
now
,
not
for
herself
.
She
found
his
massive
shoulder
with
her
hand
.
"
He
was
no
true
knight
,
"
she
whispered
to
him
.
The
Hound
threw
back
his
head
and
roared
.
Sansa
stumbled
back
,
away
from
him
,
but
he
caught
her
arm
.
"
No
,
"
he
growled
at
her
,
"
no
,
little
bird
,
he
was
no
true
knight
.
"
The
rest
of
the
way
into
the
city
,
Sandor
Clegane
said
not
a
word
.
He
led
her
to
where
the
carts
were
waiting
,
told
a
driver
to
take
them
back
to
the
Red
Keep
,
and
climbed
in
after
her
.
They
rode
in
silence
through
the
King
's
Gate
and
up
torchlit
city
streets
.
He
opened
the
postern
door
and
led
her
into
the
castle
,
his
burned
face
twitching
and
his
eyes
brooding
,
and
he
was
one
step
behind
her
as
they
climbed
the
tower
stairs
.
He
took
her
safe
all
the
way
to
the
corridor
outside
her
bedchamber
.
"
Thank
you
,
my
lord
,
"
Sansa
said
meekly
.
The
Hound
caught
her
by
the
arm
and
leaned
close
.
"
The
things
I
told
you
tonight
,
"
he
said
,
his
voice
sounding
even
rougher
than
usual
.
"
If
you
ever
tell
Joffrey
...
your
sister
,
your
father
...
any
of
them
...
"
"
I
wo
n't
,
"
Sansa
whispered
.
"
I
promise
.
"
It
was
not
enough
.
"
If
you
ever
tell
anyone
,
"
he
finished
,
"
I
'll
kill
you
.
"
I
stood
last
vigil
for
him
myself
,
"
Ser
Barristan
Selmy
said
as
they
looked
down
at
the
body
in
the
back
of
the
cart
.
"
He
had
no
one
else
.
A
mother
in
the
Vale
,
I
am
told
.
"
In
the
pale
dawn
light
,
the
young
knight
looked
as
though
he
were
sleeping
.
He
had
not
been
handsome
,
but
death
had
smoothed
his
rough-hewn
features
and
the
silent
sisters
had
dressed
him
in
his
best
velvet
tunic
,
with
a
high
collar
to
cover
the
ruin
the
lance
had
made
of
his
throat
.
Eddard
Stark
looked
at
his
face
,
and
wondered
if
it
had
been
for
his
sake
that
the
boy
had
died
.
Slain
by
a
Lannister
bannerman
before
Ned
could
speak
to
him
;
could
that
be
mere
happenstance
?
He
supposed
he
would
never
know
.
"
Hugh
was
Jon
Arryn
's
squire
for
four
years
,
"
Selmy
went
on
.
"
The
king
knighted
him
before
he
rode
north
,
in
Jon
's
memory
.
The
lad
wanted
it
desperately
,
yet
I
fear
he
was
not
ready
.
"
