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Septa
Mordane
had
been
very
upset
to
realize
that
Lord
Baelish
had
overheard
them
.
"
The
girl
was
just
talking
,
my
lord
,
"
she
'd
said
.
"
Foolish
chatter
.
She
meant
nothing
by
the
comment
.
"
Lord
Baelish
stroked
his
little
pointed
beard
and
said
,
"
Nothing
?
Tell
me
,
child
,
why
would
you
have
sent
Ser
Loras
?
"
Sansa
had
no
choice
but
to
explain
about
heroes
and
monsters
.
The
king
's
councillor
smiled
.
"
Well
,
those
are
not
the
reasons
I
'd
have
given
,
but
...
"
He
had
touched
her
cheek
,
his
thumb
lightly
tracing
the
line
of
a
cheekbone
.
"
Life
is
not
a
song
,
sweetling
.
You
may
learn
that
one
day
to
your
sorrow
.
"
Sansa
did
not
feel
like
telling
all
that
to
Jeyne
,
however
;
it
made
her
uneasy
just
to
think
back
on
it
.
"
Ser
Ilyn
's
the
King
's
Justice
,
not
Ser
Loras
,
"
Jcyne
said
.
"
Lord
Eddard
should
have
sent
him
.
"
Sansa
shuddered
.
Every
time
she
looked
at
Ser
Ilyn
Payne
,
she
shivered
.
He
made
her
feel
as
though
something
dead
were
slithering
over
her
naked
skin
.
"
Ser
Ilyn
's
almost
like
a
second
monster
.
I
'm
glad
Father
did
n't
pick
him
.
"
"
Lord
Beric
is
as
much
a
hero
as
Ser
Loras
.
He
's
ever
so
brave
and
gallant
.
"
"
I
suppose
,
"
Sansa
said
doubtfully
.
Beric
Dondarrion
was
handsome
enough
,
but
he
was
awfully
old
,
almost
twenty-two
;
the
Knight
of
Flowers
would
have
been
much
better
.
Of
course
,
Jeyne
had
been
in
love
with
Lord
Beric
ever
since
she
had
first
glimpsed
him
in
the
lists
.
Sansa
thought
she
was
being
silly
;
Jeyne
was
only
a
steward
's
daughter
,
after
all
,
and
no
matter
how
much
she
mooned
after
him
,
Lord
Beric
would
never
look
at
someone
so
far
beneath
him
,
even
if
she
had
n't
been
half
his
age
.
It
would
have
been
unkind
to
say
so
,
however
,
so
Sansa
took
a
sip
of
milk
and
changed
the
subject
.
"
I
had
a
dream
that
Joffrey
would
be
the
one
to
take
the
white
hart
,
"
she
said
.
It
had
been
more
of
a
wish
,
actually
,
but
it
sounded
better
to
call
it
a
dream
.
Everyone
knew
that
dreams
were
prophetic
.
White
harts
were
supposed
to
be
very
rare
and
magical
,
and
in
her
heart
she
knew
her
gallant
prince
was
worthier
than
his
drunken
father
.
