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Sansa
had
wept
too
,
the
first
day
.
Even
within
the
stout
walls
of
Maegor
's
Holdfast
,
with
her
door
closed
and
barred
,
it
was
hard
not
to
be
terrified
when
the
killing
began
.
She
had
grown
up
to
the
sound
of
steel
in
the
yard
,
and
scarcely
a
day
of
her
life
had
passed
without
hearing
the
clash
of
sword
on
sword
,
yet
somehow
knowing
that
the
fighting
was
real
made
all
the
difference
in
the
world
.
She
heard
it
as
she
had
never
heard
it
before
,
and
there
were
other
sounds
as
well
,
grunts
of
pain
,
angry
curses
,
shouts
for
help
,
and
the
moans
of
wounded
and
dying
men
.
In
the
songs
,
the
knights
never
screamed
nor
begged
for
mercy
.
So
she
wept
,
pleading
through
her
door
for
them
to
tell
her
what
was
happening
,
calling
for
her
father
,
for
Septa
Mordane
,
for
the
king
,
for
her
gallant
prince
.
If
the
men
guarding
her
heard
her
pleas
,
they
gave
no
answer
.
The
only
time
the
door
opened
was
late
that
night
,
when
they
thrust
Jeyne
Poole
inside
,
bruised
and
shaking
.
"
They
're
killing
everyone
,
"
the
steward
's
daughter
had
shrieked
at
her
.
She
went
on
and
on
.
The
Hound
had
broken
down
her
door
with
a
warhammer
,
she
said
.
There
were
bodies
on
the
stair
of
the
Tower
of
the
Hand
,
and
the
steps
were
slick
with
blood
.
Sansa
dried
her
own
tears
as
she
struggled
to
comfort
her
friend
.
They
went
to
sleep
in
the
same
bed
,
cradled
in
each
other
's
arms
like
sisters
.
The
second
day
was
even
worse
.
The
room
where
Sansa
had
been
confined
was
at
the
top
of
the
highest
tower
of
Maegor
's
Holdfast
.
From
its
window
,
she
could
see
that
the
heavy
iron
portcullis
in
the
gatehouse
was
down
,
and
the
drawbridge
drawn
up
over
the
deep
dry
moat
that
separated
the
keep-within-a-keep
from
the
larger
castle
that
surrounded
it
.
Lannister
guardsmen
prowled
the
walls
with
spears
and
crossbows
to
hand
.
The
fighting
was
over
,
and
the
silence
of
the
grave
had
settled
over
the
Red
Keep
.
The
only
sounds
were
Jeyne
Poole
's
endless
whimpers
and
sobs
.
They
were
fed
--
hard
cheese
and
fresh-baked
bread
and
milk
to
break
their
fast
,
roast
chicken
and
greens
at
midday
,
and
a
late
supper
of
beef
and
barley
stew
--
but
the
servants
who
brought
the
meals
would
not
answer
Sansa
's
questions
.
That
evening
,
some
women
brought
her
clothes
from
the
Tower
of
the
Hand
,
and
some
of
Jeyne
's
things
as
well
,
but
they
seemed
nearly
as
frightened
as
Jeyne
,
and
when
she
tried
to
talk
to
them
,
they
fled
from
her
as
if
she
had
the
grey
plague
.
The
guards
outside
the
door
still
refused
to
let
them
leave
the
room
.
"
Please
,
I
need
to
speak
to
the
queen
again
,
"
Sansa
told
them
,
as
she
told
everyone
she
saw
that
day
.
"
She
'll
want
to
talk
to
me
,
I
know
she
will
.
Tell
her
I
want
to
see
her
,
please
.
If
not
the
queen
,
then
Prince
Joffrey
,
if
you
'd
be
so
kind
.
We
're
to
marry
when
we
're
older
.
"
At
sunset
on
the
second
day
,
a
great
bell
began
to
ring
.
Its
voice
was
deep
and
sonorous
,
and
the
long
slow
clanging
filled
Sansa
with
a
sense
of
dread
.
The
ringing
went
on
and
on
,
and
after
a
while
they
heard
other
bells
answering
from
the
Great
Sept
of
Baelor
on
Visenya
's
Hill
.
The
sound
rumbled
across
the
city
like
thunder
,
warning
of
the
storm
to
come
.
"
What
is
it
?
"
Jeyne
asked
,
covering
her
ears
.
"
Why
are
they
ringing
the
bells
?
"
"
The
king
is
dead
.
"
Sansa
could
not
say
how
she
knew
it
,
yet
she
did
.
The
slow
,
endless
clanging
filled
their
room
,
as
mournful
as
a
dirge
.
Had
some
enemy
stormed
the
castle
and
murdered
King
Robert
?
Was
that
the
meaning
of
the
fighting
they
had
heard
?
