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Sandor
Clegane
scooped
her
up
around
the
waist
and
lifted
her
off
the
featherbed
as
she
struggled
feebly
.
Her
blanket
fell
to
the
floor
.
Underneath
she
had
only
a
thin
bedgown
to
cover
her
nakedness
.
"
Do
as
you
're
bid
,
child
,
"
Clegane
said
.
"
Dress
.
"
He
pushed
her
toward
her
wardrobe
,
almost
gently
.
Sansa
backed
away
from
them
.
"
I
did
as
the
queen
asked
,
I
wrote
the
letters
,
I
wrote
what
she
told
me
.
You
promised
you
'd
be
merciful
.
Please
,
let
me
go
home
.
I
wo
n't
do
any
treason
,
I
'll
be
good
,
I
swear
it
,
I
do
n't
have
traitor
's
blood
,
I
do
n't
.
I
only
want
to
go
home
.
"
Remembering
her
courtesies
,
she
lowered
her
head
.
"
As
it
please
you
,
"
she
finished
weakly
.
"
It
does
not
please
me
,
"
Joffrey
said
.
"
Mother
says
I
'm
still
to
marry
you
,
so
you
'll
stay
here
,
and
you
'll
obey
.
"
"
I
do
n't
want
to
marry
you
,
"
Sansa
wailed
.
"
You
chopped
off
my
father
's
head
!
"
"
He
was
a
traitor
.
I
never
promised
to
spare
him
,
only
that
I
'd
be
merciful
,
and
I
was
.
If
he
had
n't
been
your
father
,
I
would
have
had
him
torn
or
flayed
,
but
I
gave
him
a
clean
death
.
"
Sansa
stared
at
him
,
seeing
him
for
the
first
time
.
He
was
wearing
a
padded
crimson
doublet
patterned
with
lions
and
a
cloth-of-gold
cape
with
a
high
collar
that
framed
his
face
.
She
wondered
how
she
could
ever
have
thought
him
handsome
.
His
lips
were
as
soft
and
red
as
the
worms
you
found
after
a
rain
,
and
his
eyes
were
vain
and
cruel
.
"
I
hate
you
,
"
she
whispered
.
King
Joffrey
's
face
hardened
.
"
My
mother
tells
me
that
it
is
n't
fitting
that
a
king
should
strike
his
wife
.
Ser
Meryn
.
"
The
knight
was
on
her
before
she
could
think
,
yanking
back
her
hand
as
she
tried
to
shield
her
face
and
backhanding
her
across
the
ear
with
a
gloved
fist
.
Sansa
did
not
remember
failing
,
yet
the
next
she
knew
she
was
sprawled
on
one
knee
amongst
the
rushes
.
Her
head
was
ringing
.
Ser
Meryn
Trant
stood
over
her
,
with
blood
on
the
knuckles
of
his
white
silk
glove
.
"
Will
you
obey
now
,
or
shall
I
have
him
chastise
you
again
?
"
