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"
Wherever
the
Burned
Men
go
,
the
Stone
Crows
have
been
there
first
,
"
Conn
declared
hotly
.
"
We
ride
as
well
.
"
"
Shagga
son
of
Dolf
will
chop
off
their
manhoods
and
feed
them
to
the
crows
.
"
"
We
will
ride
with
you
,
lion
lord
,
"
Chella
daughter
of
Cheyk
agreed
,
"
but
only
if
your
halfman
son
goes
with
us
.
He
has
bought
his
breath
with
promises
.
Until
we
hold
the
steel
he
has
pledged
us
,
his
life
is
ours
.
"
Lord
Tywin
turned
his
gold-flecked
eyes
on
his
son
.
"
Joy
,
"
Tyrion
said
with
a
resigned
smile
.
The
walls
of
the
throne
room
had
been
stripped
bare
,
the
hunting
tapestries
that
King
Robert
loved
taken
down
and
stacked
in
the
corner
in
an
untidy
heap
.
Ser
Mandon
Moore
went
to
take
his
place
under
the
throne
beside
two
of
his
fellows
of
the
Kingsguard
.
Sansa
hovered
by
the
door
,
for
once
unguarded
.
The
queen
had
given
her
freedom
of
the
castle
as
a
reward
for
being
good
,
yet
even
so
,
she
was
escorted
everywhere
she
went
.
"
Honor
guards
for
my
daughter-to-be
,
"
the
queen
called
them
,
but
they
did
not
make
Sansa
feel
honored
.
"
Freedom
of
the
castle
"
meant
that
she
could
go
wherever
she
chose
within
the
Red
Keep
so
long
as
she
promised
not
to
go
beyond
the
walls
,
a
promise
Sansa
had
been
more
than
willing
to
give
.
She
could
n't
have
gone
beyond
the
walls
anyway
.
The
gates
were
watched
day
and
night
by
Janos
Slynt
's
gold
cloaks
,
and
Lannister
house
guards
were
always
about
as
well
.
Besides
,
even
if
she
could
leave
the
castle
,
where
would
she
go
?
It
was
enough
that
she
could
walk
in
the
yard
,
pick
flowers
in
Myrcella
's
garden
,
and
visit
the
sept
to
pray
for
her
father
.
Sometimes
she
prayed
in
the
godswood
as
well
,
since
the
Starks
kept
the
old
gods
.
This
was
the
first
court
session
of
Joffrey
's
reign
,
so
Sansa
looked
about
nervously
.
A
line
of
Lannister
house
guards
stood
beneath
the
western
windows
,
a
line
of
gold-cloaked
City
Watchmen
beneath
the
east
.
Of
smallfolk
and
commoners
,
she
saw
no
sign
,
but
under
the
gallery
a
cluster
of
lords
great
and
small
milled
restlessly
.
There
were
no
more
than
twenty
,
where
a
hundred
had
been
accustomed
to
wait
upon
King
Robert
.
