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The
Hound
's
scarred
face
was
hard
to
read
.
He
took
a
long
moment
to
consider
.
"
Why
not
?
I
have
no
lands
nor
wife
to
forsake
,
and
who
'd
care
if
I
did
?
"
The
burned
side
of
his
mouth
twisted
.
"
But
I
warn
you
,
I
'll
say
no
knight
's
vows
.
"
"
The
Sworn
Brothers
of
the
Kingsguard
have
always
been
knights
,
"
Ser
Boros
said
firmly
.
"
Until
now
,
"
the
Hound
said
in
his
deep
rasp
,
and
Ser
Boros
fell
silent
.
When
the
king
's
herald
moved
forward
,
Sansa
realized
the
moment
was
almost
at
hand
.
She
smoothed
down
the
cloth
of
her
skirt
nervously
.
She
was
dressed
in
mourning
,
as
a
sign
of
respect
for
the
dead
king
,
but
she
had
taken
special
care
to
make
herself
beautiful
.
Her
gown
was
the
ivory
silk
that
the
queen
had
given
her
,
the
one
Arya
had
ruined
,
but
she
'd
had
them
dye
it
black
and
you
could
n't
see
the
stain
at
all
.
She
had
fretted
over
her
jewelry
for
hours
and
finally
decided
upon
the
elegant
simplicity
of
a
plain
silver
chain
.
The
herald
's
voice
boomed
out
.
"
If
any
man
in
this
hall
has
other
matters
to
set
before
His
Grace
,
let
him
speak
now
or
go
forth
and
hold
his
silence
.
"
Sansa
quailed
.
Now
,
she
told
herself
,
I
must
do
it
now
.
Gods
give
me
courage
.
She
took
one
step
,
then
another
.
Lords
and
knights
stepped
aside
silently
to
let
her
pass
,
and
she
felt
the
weight
of
their
eyes
on
her
.
I
must
be
as
strong
as
my
lady
mother
.
"
Your
Grace
,
"
she
called
out
in
a
soft
,
tremulous
voice
.
The
height
of
the
Iron
Throne
gave
Joffrey
a
better
vantage
point
than
anyone
else
in
the
hall
.
He
was
the
first
to
see
her
.
"
Come
forward
,
my
lady
,
"
he
called
out
,
smiling
.
His
smile
emboldened
her
,
made
her
feel
beautiful
and
strong
.
He
does
love
me
,
he
does
.
Sansa
lifted
her
head
and
walked
toward
him
,
not
too
slow
and
not
too
fast
.
She
must
not
let
them
see
how
nervous
she
was
.
"
The
Lady
Sansa
,
of
House
Stark
,
"
the
herald
cried
.
She
stopped
under
the
throne
,
at
the
spot
where
Ser
Barristan
's
white
cloak
lay
puddled
on
the
floor
beside
his
helm
and
breastplate
.
"
Do
you
have
some
business
for
king
and
council
,
Sansa
?
"
the
queen
asked
from
the
council
table
.
