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She
turned
that
way
,
and
saw
only
the
city
,
streets
and
alleys
and
hills
and
bottoms
and
more
streets
and
more
alleys
and
the
stone
of
distant
walls
.
Yet
she
knew
that
beyond
them
was
open
country
,
farms
and
fields
and
forests
,
and
beyond
that
,
north
and
north
and
north
again
,
stood
Winterfell
.
"
What
are
you
looking
at
?
"
Joffrey
said
.
"
This
is
what
I
wanted
you
to
see
,
right
here
.
"
A
thick
stone
parapet
protected
the
outer
edge
of
the
rampart
,
reaching
as
high
as
Sansa
's
chin
,
with
crenellations
cut
into
it
every
five
feet
for
archers
.
The
heads
were
mounted
between
the
crenels
,
along
the
top
of
the
wall
,
impaled
on
iron
spikes
so
they
faced
out
over
the
city
.
Sansa
had
noted
them
the
moment
she
'd
stepped
out
onto
the
wallwalk
,
but
the
river
and
the
bustling
streets
and
the
setting
sun
were
ever
so
much
prettier
.
He
can
make
me
look
at
the
heads
,
she
told
herself
,
but
he
ca
n't
make
me
see
them
.
"
This
one
is
your
father
,
"
he
said
.
"
This
one
here
.
Dog
,
turn
it
around
so
she
can
see
him
.
"
Sandor
Clegane
took
the
head
by
the
hair
and
turned
it
.
The
severed
head
had
been
dipped
in
tar
to
preserve
it
longer
.
Sansa
looked
at
it
calmly
,
not
seeing
it
at
all
.
It
did
not
really
look
like
Lord
Eddard
,
she
thought
;
it
did
not
even
look
real
.
"
How
long
do
I
have
to
look
?
"
Joffrey
seemed
disappointed
.
"
Do
you
want
to
see
the
rest
?
"
There
was
a
long
row
of
them
.
"
If
it
please
Your
Grace
.
"
Joffrey
marched
her
down
the
wallwalk
,
past
a
dozen
more
heads
and
two
empty
spikes
.
"
I
'm
saving
those
for
my
uncle
Stannis
and
my
uncle
Renly
,
"
he
explained
.
The
other
heads
had
been
dead
and
mounted
much
longer
than
her
father
.
Despite
the
tar
,
most
were
long
past
being
recognizable
.
The
king
pointed
to
one
and
said
,
"
That
's
your
septa
there
,
"
but
Sansa
could
not
even
have
told
that
it
was
a
woman
.
The
jaw
had
rotted
off
her
face
,
and
birds
had
eaten
one
ear
and
most
of
a
cheek
.
Sansa
had
wondered
what
had
happened
to
Septa
Mordane
,
although
she
supposed
she
had
known
all
along
.
"
Why
did
you
kill
her
?
"
she
asked
.
"
She
was
godsworn
...
"
