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But
a
voice
inside
her
whispered
,
There
are
no
heroes
,
and
she
remembered
what
Lord
Petyr
had
said
to
her
,
here
in
this
very
hall
.
"
Life
is
not
a
song
,
sweetling
,
"
he
'd
told
her
.
"
You
may
learn
that
one
day
to
your
sorrow
.
"
In
life
,
the
monsters
win
,
she
told
herself
,
and
now
it
was
the
Hound
's
voice
she
heard
,
a
cold
rasp
,
metal
on
stone
.
"
Save
yourself
some
pain
,
girl
,
and
give
him
what
he
wants
.
"
The
last
case
was
a
plump
tavern
singer
,
accused
of
making
a
song
that
ridiculed
the
late
King
Robert
.
Joff
commanded
them
to
fetch
his
woodharp
and
ordered
him
to
perform
the
song
for
the
court
.
The
singer
wept
and
swore
he
would
never
sing
that
song
again
,
but
the
king
insisted
.
It
was
sort
of
a
funny
song
,
all
about
Robert
fighting
with
a
pig
.
The
pig
was
the
boar
who
'd
killed
him
,
Sansa
knew
,
but
in
some
verses
it
almost
sounded
as
if
he
were
singing
about
the
queen
.
When
the
song
was
done
,
Joffrey
announced
that
he
'd
decided
to
be
merciful
.
The
singer
could
keep
either
his
fingers
or
his
tongue
.
He
would
have
a
day
to
make
his
choice
.
Janos
Slynt
nodded
.
That
was
the
final
business
of
the
afternoon
,
Sansa
saw
with
relief
,
but
her
ordeal
was
not
yet
done
.
When
the
herald
's
voice
dismissed
the
court
,
she
fled
the
balcony
,
only
to
find
Joffrey
waiting
for
her
at
the
base
of
the
curving
stairs
.
The
Hound
was
with
him
,
and
Ser
Meryn
as
well
.
The
young
king
examined
her
critically
,
top
to
bottom
.
"
You
look
much
better
than
you
did
.
"
"
Thank
you
,
Your
Grace
,
"
Sansa
said
.
Hollow
words
,
but
they
made
him
nod
and
smile
.
"
Walk
with
me
,
"
Joffrey
commanded
,
offering
her
his
arm
.
She
had
no
choice
but
to
take
it
.
The
touch
of
his
hand
would
have
thrilled
her
once
;
now
it
made
her
flesh
crawl
.
"
My
name
day
will
be
here
soon
,
"
Joffrey
said
as
they
slipped
out
the
rear
of
the
throne
room
.
"
There
will
be
a
great
feast
,
and
gifts
.
What
are
you
going
to
give
me
?
"
"
I.
.
.
I
had
not
thought
,
my
lord
.
"
"
Your
Grace
,
"
he
said
sharply
.
"
You
truly
are
a
stupid
girl
,
are
n't
you
?
My
mother
says
so
.
"
"
She
does
?
"
After
all
that
had
happened
,
his
words
should
have
lost
their
power
to
hurt
her
,
yet
somehow
they
had
not
.
The
queen
had
always
been
so
kind
to
her
.
"
Oh
,
yes
.
She
worries
about
our
children
,
whether
they
'll
be
stupid
like
you
,
but
I
told
her
not
to
trouble
herself
.
"
The
king
gestured
,
and
Ser
Meryn
opened
a
door
for
them
.
"
Thank
you
,
Your
Grace
,
"
she
murmured
.
The
Hound
was
right
,
she
thought
,
I
am
only
a
little
bird
,
repeating
the
words
they
taught
me
.
The
sun
had
fallen
below
the
western
wall
,
and
the
stones
of
the
Red
Keep
glowed
dark
as
blood
.
