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"
Did
he
instruct
you
to
hit
me
if
I
refused
to
come
?
"
"
Are
you
refusing
to
come
,
my
lady
?
"
The
look
he
gave
her
was
without
expression
.
He
did
not
so
much
as
glance
at
the
bruise
he
had
left
her
.
He
did
not
hate
her
,
Sansa
realized
;
neither
did
he
love
her
.
He
felt
nothing
for
her
at
all
.
She
was
only
a.
.
.
a
thing
to
him
.
"
No
,
"
she
said
,
rising
.
She
wanted
to
rage
,
to
hurt
him
as
he
'd
hurt
her
,
to
warn
him
that
when
she
was
queen
she
would
have
him
exiled
if
he
ever
dared
strike
her
again
...
but
she
remembered
what
the
Hound
had
told
her
,
so
all
she
said
was
,
"
I
shall
do
whatever
His
Grace
commands
.
"
"
As
I
do
,
"
he
replied
.
"
Yes
...
but
you
are
no
true
knight
,
Ser
Meryn
.
"
Sandor
Clegane
would
have
laughed
at
that
,
Sansa
knew
.
Other
men
might
have
cursed
her
,
warned
her
to
keep
silent
,
even
begged
for
her
forgiveness
.
Ser
Meryn
Trant
did
none
of
these
.
Ser
Meryn
Trant
simply
did
not
care
.
The
balcony
was
deserted
save
for
Sansa
.
She
stood
with
her
head
bowed
,
fighting
to
hold
back
her
tears
,
while
below
Joffrey
sat
on
his
Iron
Throne
and
dispensed
what
it
pleased
him
to
call
justice
.
Nine
cases
out
of
ten
seemed
to
bore
him
;
those
he
allowed
his
council
to
handle
,
squirming
restlessly
while
Lord
Baelish
,
Grand
Maester
Pycelle
,
or
Queen
Cersei
resolved
the
matter
.
When
he
did
choose
to
make
a
ruling
,
though
,
not
even
his
queen
mother
could
sway
him
.
A
thief
was
brought
before
him
and
he
had
Ser
Ilyn
chop
his
hand
off
,
right
there
in
court
.
Two
knights
came
to
him
with
a
dispute
about
some
land
,
and
he
decreed
that
they
should
duel
for
it
on
the
morrow
.
"
To
the
death
,
"
he
added
.
A
woman
fell
to
her
knees
to
plead
for
the
head
of
a
man
executed
as
a
traitor
.
She
had
loved
him
,
she
said
,
and
she
wanted
to
see
him
decently
buried
.
"
If
you
loved
a
traitor
,
you
must
be
a
traitor
too
,
"
Joffrey
said
.
Two
gold
cloaks
dragged
her
off
to
the
dungeons
.
Frog-faced
Lord
Slynt
sat
at
the
end
of
the
council
table
wearing
a
black
velvet
doublet
and
a
shiny
cloth-of-gold
cape
,
nodding
with
approval
every
time
the
king
pronounced
a
sentence
.
Sansa
stared
hard
at
his
ugly
face
,
remembering
how
he
had
thrown
down
her
father
for
Ser
Ilyn
to
behead
,
wishing
she
could
hurt
him
,
wishing
that
some
hero
would
throw
him
down
and
cut
off
his
head
.
