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Such a crazy fangirl as myself just can"t read the book and also not form out the favorite moments. ;)A Game of ThronesChapter 15:“A terror as overwhelming as anything Sansa Stark had ever before felt filled her suddenly. She stepped backward and also bumped into someone. Strong hands grasped her by the shoulders, and also for a minute Sansa thought it was her father, yet once she turned, it was the melted challenge of Sandor Clegane looking dvery own at her, his mouth twisted in a devastating mockery of a smile. “You are shaking, girl,” he shelp, his voice rasping. “Do I frighten you so much?” He did, and also had since she had initially lhelp eyes on the destroy that fire had actually made of his challenge, though it appeared to her now that he was not fifty percent so terrifying as the various other.”Chapter 29:“Joffrey referred to as out, “Dog!” Sandor Clegane appeared to take develop out of the night, so quickly did he appear. He had exreadjusted his armor for a red woolen tunic with a leather dog’s head sewn on the front. The light of the torches made his melted face shine a dull red. “Yes, Your Grace?” he shelp. “Take my betrothed ago to the castle, and see that no harm befalls her,” the prince told him brusquely. And without also a word of farewell, Joffrey strode off, leaving her tbelow. Sansa could feel the Hound watching her. “Did you think Joff was going to take you himself?” He laughed. He had actually a laugh choose the snarling of dogs in a pit. “Small possibility of that.” He pulled her unresisting to her feet. “Come, you’re not the only one needs sleep. I’ve drunk as well much, and also I might must kill my brother tomorrow.” He laughed aobtain. The Hound snatched up a torch to light their method. Sansa complied with cshed next to him. The ground was rocky and uneven; the flickering light made it seem to shift and move beneath her. She maintained her eyes lowered, watching wbelow she put her feet. They walked among the pavilions, each via its banner and also its armor hung external, the silence weighing heavier through eextremely step. Sansa could not bear the sight of him, he frightened her so, yet she had actually been elevated in all the methods of courtesy. A true lady would certainly not notice his challenge, she told herself. “You rode gallantly this particular day, Ser Sandor,” she made herself say. Sandor Clegane snarled at her. “Spare me your empty little bit compliments, girl . . . and also your ser’s. I am no knight. I spit on them and their vows. My brother is a knight. Did you check out him ride today?” “Yes,” Sansa whispered, trembling. “He was . . .” “Gallant?” the Hound finished. He was mocking her, she realized. “No one could withstand him,” she regulated at last, proud of herself. It was no lie.Sandor Clegane quit all of a sudden in the middle of a dark and also empty field. She had actually no alternative but to soptimal next to him. “Some septa trained you well. You’re prefer among those birds from the Summer Isles, aren’t you? A pretty little talking bird, repeating all the pretty little words they taught you to repoint out.” “That’s untype.” Sansa could feel her heart fluttering in her chest. “You’re frightening me. I desire to go now.” “No one might withstand also him,” the Hound rasped. “That’s truth enough. No one might ever before withstand also Gregor. That boy now, his second joust, oh, that was a pretty little bit of business. You saw that, did you? Fool boy, he had actually no organization riding in this agency. No money, no squire, no one to help him with that armor. That gorget wasn’t fastened proper. You think Gregor didn’t notice that? You think Ser Gregor’s lance rode up by opportunity, do you? Pretty little bit talking girl, you believe that, you’re empty-headed as a bird for true. Gregor’s lance goes wbelow Gregor wants it to go. Look at me. Look at me!” Sandor Clegane put a large hand under her chin and also required her challenge up. He squatted in front of her, and also moved the torch close. “There’s a pretty for you. Take an excellent lengthy stare. You recognize you desire to. I’ve watched you turning amethod all the means dvery own the kingsroad. Piss on that. Take your look.” His fingers organized her jaw as tough as an iron trap. His eyes watched hers. Drunken eyes, sullen through anger. She had to look.The best side of his face was gaunt, through sharp cheekbones and a grey eye beneath a hefty brow. His nose was huge and also hooked, his hair thin, dark. He wore it lengthy and bruburned it sideways, bereason no hair prospered on the various other side of that confront. The left side of his confront was a damage. His ear had actually been shed away; tbelow was nopoint left however a hole. His eye was still great, however all roughly it was a twisted mass of scar, slick black flesh difficult as leather, pocked via craters and also fissured by deep cracks that gleamed red and wet when he relocated. Down by his jaw, you might watch a hint of bone wright here the flesh had been seared amethod. Sansa started to cry. He let go of her then, and also snuffed out the torch in the dirt. “No pretty words for that, girl? No bit compliment the septa taught you?” When tbelow was no answer, he continued. “Many of them, they think it was some fight. A siege, a burning tower, an foe via a torch. One fool asked if it was dragonsbreath.” His laugh was softer this time, yet just as bitter. “I’ll tell you what it was, girl,” he sassist, a voice from the night, a shadow leaning so cshed currently that she could smell the sour stench of wine on his breath. “I was younger than you, six, possibly salso. A woodcarver set up shop in the village under my father’s keep, and also to buy favor he sent us gifts. The old guy made marvelous toys. I don’t remember what I got, however it was Gregor’s gift I wanted. A wood knight, all painted up, every joint pegged sepaprice and also resolved with strings, so you could make him fight. Gregor is 5 years older than me, the toy was nothing to him, he was currently a squire, near 6 foot tall and also muscled choose an ox. So I took his knight, however tbelow was no joy to it, I tell you. I was scared all the while, and true sufficient, he discovered me. There was a brazier in the room. Gregor never sassist a word, simply picked me up under his arm and also shoved the side of my confront down in the burning coals and also held me tbelow while I screamed and screamed. You saw exactly how strong he is. Even then, it took three grown men to drag him off me. The seplots preach around the seven hells. What carry out they know? Only a male who’s been melted knows what hell is truly choose. My father told everyone my bedding had recorded fire, and also our maester provided me ointments. Ointments! Gregor gained his ointments as well. Four years later on, they anointed him through the seven oils and also he recited his knightly vows and also Rhaegar Targaryen tapped him on the shoulder and also sassist, ‘Arise, Ser Gregor.’” The rasping voice trailed off. He squatted silently before her, a hulking black form shrouded in the night, concealed from her eyes. Sansa could hear his ragged breapoint. She was sad for him, she realized. Somehow, the are afraid had actually gone ameans. The silence went on and also on, so long that she started to flourish afraid when even more, yet she was afraid for him currently, not for herself. She discovered his huge shoulder through her hand also. “He was no true knight,” she whispered to him. The Hound threw back his head and also roared. Sansa stumbled ago, ameans from him, however he recorded her arm. “No,” he growled at her, “no, bit bird, he was no true knight.” The rest of the way right into the city, Sandor Clegane shelp not a word. He led her to wbelow the carts were waiting, told a driver to take them earlier to the Red Keep, and also climbed in after her. They rode in silence through the King’s Gate and also up torchlit city streets. He opened the postern door and led her into the castle, his burned confront twitching and his eyes brooding, and also he was one step behind her as they climbed the tower stairs. He took her safe all the means to the corridor external her bedchamber. “Thank you, my lord,” Sansa shelp meekly. The Hound recorded her by the arm and also leaned cshed. “The things I told you tonight,” he said, his voice sounding even rougher than usual. “If you ever before tell Joffrey…. your sister, your father. . . any of them . . .” “I won’t,” Sansa whispered. “I promise.” It was not sufficient. “If you ever tell anyone,” he finished, “I’ll kill you.”Chapter 30:“Sandor Clegane dropped his visor with an audible clang and also took up his place. Ser Jaime tossed a kiss to some woman in the commons, gently lowered his visor, and also rode to the end of the lists. Both guys couched their lances. Ned Stark would certainly have actually loved nopoint so well as to see them both shed, however Sansa was watching it all moist-eyed and eager. The hastily erected gallery trembled as the equines broke into a gallop. The Hound leaned forward as he rode, his lance rock stable, however Jaime shifted his seat deftly in the immediate prior to affect. Clegane’s allude was turned harmlessly against the gold shield via the lion blazon, while his own hit square. Wood shattered, and the Hound reeled, fighting to keep his seat. Sansa gasped. A ragged cheer went up from the commons. “I wonder just how I ought spend your money,” Littlefinger called dvery own to Lord Renly. The Hound simply regulated to stay in his saddle. He jerked his mount about hard and also rode ago to the lists for the second pass. Jaime Lannister tossed down his damaged lance and snatched up a fresh one, jesting through his squire. The Hound spurred forward at a difficult gallop. Lannister rode to fulfill him. This time, once Jaime shifted his seat, Sandor Clegane shifted through him. Both lances exploded, and also by the time the splinters had settled, a riderless blood bay was trotting off in search of grass while Ser Jaime Lannister rolled in the dirt, golden and dented. Sansa sassist, “I knew the Hound would win.”Chapter 65:“I’m king currently. Dog, gain her out of bed.” Sandor Clegane scooped her up around the waist and also lifted her off the featherbed as she struggled feebly. Her blanket fell to the floor. Underneath she had just a thin bed gvery own to cover her nakedness. “Do as you’re bid, son,” Clegane sassist. “Dress.” He pushed her towards her wardrobe, almost gently.”“Ser Meryn and Ser Arys adhered to him out, however Sandor Clegane lingered long enough to yank her around to her feet. “Save yourself some pain, girl, and provide him what he desires.” “What . . . what does he want? Please, tell me.” “He desires you to smile and also smell sweet and also be his lady love,” the Hound rasped. “He desires to hear you recite all your pretty bit words the method the septa taught you. He desires you to love him . . . and are afraid him.”“Did he instruct you to hit me if I refoffered to come?” “Are you refmaking use of 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 point to him. “No,” she shelp, increasing. She wanted to rage, to hurt him as he’d hurt her, to warn him that once she was queen she would have him exiled if he ever before dared strike her again . . . however she remembered what the Hound had actually told her, so all she sassist was, “I shall execute whatever His Grace regulates.” “As I carry out,” he replied. “Yes . . . but you are no true knight, Ser Meryn.” Sandor Clegane would certainly have actually laughed at that, Sansa kbrand-new. Other males could have cursed her, warned her to save silent, even begged for her forgiveness. Ser Meryn Trant did namong these. Ser Meryn Trant sindicate did not care.”“Frog-confronted 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 eextremely time the king pronounced a sentence. Sansa stared tough at his ugly challenge, remembering how he had actually thrown dvery own her father for Ser Ilyn to behead, wishing she might hurt him, wishing that some hero would certainly throw him dvery own and cut off his head. But a voice inside her whispered, There are no heroes, and also she remembered what Lord Petyr had actually said to her, right here in this incredibly hall. “Life is not a song, sweetling,” he’d told her. “You might 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 desires.”“The king gestured, and also Ser Meryn opened a door for them.“Thank you, Your Grace,” she murmured. The Hound was right, she believed, I am just a little bird, repeating the words they taught me.”“Joffrey pressed his lips together. “I want to show you what happens to traitors.” Sansa shook her head wildly. “I won’t. I won’t.” “I can have actually Ser Meryn drag you up,” he shelp. “You won’t choose that. You had better perform what I say.” Joffrey got to for her, and Sansa cringed ameans from him, backing right into the Hound. “Do it, girl,” Sandor Clegane told her, pushing her earlier towards the king. His mouth twitched on the melted side of his confront and Sansa could practically hear the rest of it. He’ll have actually you up tright here no matter what, so provide him what he desires.”“When he smiled, she kbrand-new he was mocking her. “Your brvarious other is a traitor too, you recognize.” He turned Septa Mordane’s head ago roughly. “I remember your brvarious other from Winterdropped. My dog referred to as him the lord of the wooden sword. Didn’t you, dog?” “Did I?” the Hound replied. “I don’t recall.”“Sansa made herself smile, afrassist that he would certainly have Ser Meryn hit her aacquire if she did not, but it was no good, the king still shook his head. “Wipe off the blood, you’re all messy.” The external parapet came as much as her chin, however alengthy the inner edge of the walk was nothing, nothing yet a lengthy plunge to the bailey seventy or eighty feet listed below. All it would certainly take was a shove, she told herself. He was standing right there, ideal there, smirking at her through those fat wormlips. You could perform it, she told herself. You could. Do it ideal now. It wouldn’t even matter if she reviewed with him. It wouldn’t issue at all. “Here, girl.” Sandor Clegane knelt before her, between her and Joffrey. With a delicacy surpincreasing in such a large man, he dabbed at the blood welling from her damaged lip. The moment was gone. Sansa lowered her eyes. “Thank you,” she shelp once he was done. She was a good girl, and also always remembered her courtesies.”A Clash of KingsChapter 2:“Sansa heard herself gasp. “No, you can’t.” Joffrey turned his head. “What did you say?” Sansa could not think she had spoken. Was she mad? To tell him no in front of fifty percent the court? She hadn’t supposed to say anything, only . . . Ser Dontos was drunk and also silly and usemuch less, yet he expected no injury. “Did you say I can’t? Did you?” “Please,” Sansa shelp, “I just expected . . . it would be ill luck, Your Grace . . . to, to kill a male on your name day.” “You’re lying,” Joffrey sassist. “I ought to drvery own you through him, if you care for him so a lot.” “I don’t care for him, Your Grace.” The words tumbled out desperately. “Drvery own him or have actually his head off, just . . . kill him on the morrow, if you prefer, however please . . . not now, not on your name day. I couldn’t bear for you to have actually ill luck . . . damaging luck, even for queens, the singers all say so . . . Joffrey scowled. He knew she was lying, she can watch it. He would certainly make her bleed for this. “The girl speaks truly,” the Hound rasped. “What a man sows on his name day, he reaps throughout the year.” His voice was flat, as if he did not care a whit whether the king believed him or no. Could it be true? Sansa had not well-known. It was just something she’d said, despeprice to avoid punishment.”Chapter 18:“She was racing headlong down the serpentine procedures when a man lurched out of a concealed doormethod. Sansa caromed right into him and lost her balance. Iron fingers caught her by the wrist before she can fall, and a deep voice rasped at her. “It’s a lengthy roll down the serpentine, bit bird. Want to kill us both?” His laughter was turbulent as a saw on stone. “Maybe you perform.” The Hound. “No, my lord, pardons, I’d never before.” Sansa evaded her eyes yet it was too late, he’d checked out her confront. “Please, you’re hurting me.” She tried to wriggle free. “And what’s Joff’s little bird doing flying dvery own the serpentine in the babsence of night?” When she did not answer, he shook her. “Wright here were you?” “The g-g-godswood, my lord,” she shelp, not daring to lie. “Praying . . . praying for my father, and . . . for the king, praying that he’d not be hurt.” “Think I’m so drunk that I’d believe that?” He let go his grip on her arm, swaying slightly as he stood, stripes of light and also darkness falling across his terrible burnt challenge. “You look nearly a woman . . . challenge, teats, and also you’re taller too, almost . . . ah, you’re still a stupid little bit bird, aren’t you? Singing all the songs they taught you . . . sing me a song, why don’t you? Go on. Sing to me. Some song around knights and fair maids. You favor knights, don’t you?” He was scaring her. “T-true knights, my lord.” “True knights,” he mocked. “And I’m no lord, no even more than I’m a knight. Do I have to beat that into you?” Clegane reeled and also nearly dropped. “Gods,” he swore, “as well much wine. Do you favor wine, little bit bird? Rue wine? A flagon of sour red, dark as blood, all a guy demands. Or a woman.” He laughed, shook his head. “Drunk as a dog, damn me. You come currently. Back to your cage, little bird. I’ll take you tright here. Keep you safe for the king.” The Hound provided her a push, oddly gentle, and followed her down the actions. By the time they got to the bottom, he had lapsed back right into a brooding silence, as if he had actually foracquired she was there. When they reached Maegor’s Holdrapid, she was alarmed to check out that it was Ser Boros Blount who now organized the bridge. His high white helm turned stiffly at the sound of their footsteps. Sansa flinched ameans from his gaze. Ser Boros was the worst of the Kingsguard, an ugly guy with a foul temper, all scowls and jowls. “That one is nopoint to fear, girl.” The Hound lhelp a heavy hand on her shoulder. “Repaint stripes on a toad, he does not end up being a tiger.” Ser Boros lifted his visor. “Ser, where—” “Fuck your ser, Boros. You’re the knight, not me. I’m the king’s dog, remember?” “The king was in search of his dog previously.” “The dog was drinking. It was your night to shield him, ser. You and also my various other brothers.” Ser Boros turned to Sansa. “How is it you are not in your chambers at this hour, lady?” “I went to the godswood to pray for the safety of the king.” The lie sounded better this time, nearly true. “You intend her to sleep through all the noise?” Clegane sassist. “What was the trouble?” “Fools at the gate,” Ser Boros admitted. “Some loose tongues spread tales of the preparations for Tyrek’s wedding feast, and these wretches gained it in their heads they should be feasted also. His Grace led a sortie and also sent out them scurrying.” “A brave boy,” Clegane sassist, mouth twitching. Let us check out exactly how brave he is when he faces my brvarious other, Sansa thought. The Hound escorted her throughout the drawbridge. As they were winding their method up the measures, she said, “Why perform you let human being contact you a dog? You won’t let anyone call you a knight.” “I like dogs much better than knights. My father’s father was kennelgrasp at the Rock. One loss year, Lord Tytos came between a lioness and also her prey. The lioness didn’t provide a shit that she was Lannister’s own sigil. Bitch tore right into my lord’s steed and also would certainly have done for my lord as well, however my grandfather came up via the hounds. Three of his dogs died running her off. My grandfather lost a leg, so Lannister paid him for it through lands and a towerhouse, and took his boy to squire. The 3 dogs on our banner are the three that died, in the yellow of autumn grass. A hound will die for you, yet never before lie to you. And he’ll look you right in the challenge.” He cupped her under the jaw, raising her chin, his fingers pinching her painfully. “And that’s even more than bit birds have the right to execute, isn’t it? I never before gained my song.” “I . . . I understand a song around Florian and also Jonquil.” “Florian and also Jonquil? A fool and also his cunt. Spare me. But someday I’ll have actually a song from you, whether you will certainly it or no.” “I will certainly sing it for you gladly.” Sandor Clegane snorted. “Pretty thing, and also such a negative liar. A dog deserve to smell a lie, you know. Look around you, and also take a great whiff. They’re all liars below . . . and also eextremely one better than you.”Chapter 32:“The much longer you store him waiting, the worse it will go for you,” Sandor Clegane warned her. Sansa tried to hurry, yet her fingers fumbled at butloads and knots. The Hound was always rough-tongued, but somepoint in the means he had looked at her filled her via dreview. Had Joffrey uncovered out about her meetings with Ser Dontos? Please no, she thought as she bruburned out her hair. Ser Dontos was her only hope. I have to look pretty, Joff likes me to look pretty, he’s constantly preferred me in this gown, this shade. She smoothed the towel down. The fabric was tight across her chest. When she emerged, Sansa walked on the Hound’s left, ameans from the melted side of his face. “Tell me what I’ve done.” “Not you. Your kingly brvarious other.” “Robb’s a traitor.” Sansa kbrand-new the words by rote. “I had no component in whatever before he did.” Gods be good, don’t let it be the Kingslayer. If Robb had hequipped Jaime Lannister, it would suppose her life. She assumed of Ser Ilyn, and also how those destructive pale eyes staring pitilessly out of that gaunt pockmarked challenge. The Hound snorted. “They trained you well, bit bird.” He conducted her to the reduced bailey, wbelow a crowd had gathered around the archery butts. Men moved aside to let them through. She might hear Lord Gyles coughing. Loitering stablehands eyed her insolently, however Ser Horas Redwyne averted his gaze as she passed, and also his brvarious other Hobber pretended not to check out her. A yellow cat was dying on the ground, mewling piteously, a crossbow quarrel through its ribs. Sansa stepped roughly it, feeling ill. Ser Dontos approached on his broomstick horse; because he’d been as well drunk to mount his destrier at the tourney, the king had actually decreed that henceforth he should constantly go horsed. “Be brave,” he whispered, squeezing her arm. Joffrey stood in the center of the throng, winding an ornate crossbow. Ser Boros and Ser Meryn were with him. The sight of them was sufficient to tie her insides in knots. “Your Grace.” She dropped to her knees. “Kneeling won’t conserve you now,” the king sassist. “Stand also up. You’re here to answer for your brother’s latest treasons.” “Your Grace, whatever before my traitor brvarious other has done, I had actually no part. You recognize that, I beg you, please—” “Get her up!” The Hound pulled her to her feet, not ungently. “Ser Lancel,” Joff sassist, “tell her of this outrage.” Sansa had always thought Lancel Lannister comely and well spoken, yet tbelow was neither pity nor kindness in the look he offered her. “Using some vile sorcery, your brvarious other dropped upon Ser Stafford Lannister through an army of wargs, not 3 days ride from Lannisport. Thousands of great males were butchered as they slept, without the possibility to lift sword. After the slaughter, the northmales feasted on the flesh of the slain.” Horror coiled cold hands approximately Sansa’s throat. “You have nopoint to say?” asked Joffrey. “Your Grace, the poor boy is shocked witmuch less,” murmured Ser Dontos. “Silence, fool.” Joffrey lifted his crossbow and also pointed it at her face. “You Starks are as unnatural as those wolves of yours. I’ve not forobtained just how your monster savaged me.” “That was Arya’s wolf,” she shelp. “Lady never before hurt you, but you killed her anymeans.” “No, your father did,” Joff said, “but I killed your father. I wish I’d done it myself. I killed a man last night that was bigger than your father. They involved the gate shouting my name and also calling for bcheck out choose I was some baker, however I taught them much better. I swarm the loudest one best with the throat.” “And he died?” With the ugly iron head of the quarrel staring her in the face, it was hard to think what else to say. “Of course he died, he had actually my quarrel in his throat. Tright here was a womale throwing rocks, I gained her also, however only in the arm.” Frowning, he lowered the crossbow. “I’d shoot you also, yet if I do Mvarious other states they’d kill my uncle Jaime. Instead you’ll simply be punished and we’ll sfinish word to your brother around what will happen to you if he doesn’t yield. Dog, hit her.” “Let me beat her!” Ser Dontos shoved forward, tin armor clattering. He was armed through a “morningstar” whose head was a melon. My Florian. She might have kissed him, blotchy skin and also broken veins and also all. He trotted his broomstick about her, shouting “Traitor, traitor” and also whacking her over the head via the melon. Sansa extended herself via her hands, staggering eincredibly time the fruit pounded her, her hair sticky by the second blow. People were laughing. The melon flew to pieces. Laugh, Joffrey, she prayed as the juice ran down her confront and the front of her blue silk gown. Laugh and be satisfied. Joffrey did not so a lot as snigger. “Boros. Meryn.” Ser Meryn Trant seized Dontos by the arm and flung him brusquely amethod. The red-faced fool went sprawling, broomstick, melon, and also all. Ser Boros seized Sansa. “Leave her face,” Joffrey commanded. “I like her pretty.” Boros slammed a fist right into Sansa’s belly, driving the air out of her. When she doubled over, the knight grabbed her hair and also attracted his sword, and for one hideous immediate she was certain he expected to open her throat. As he laid the flat of the blade throughout her thighs, she believed her legs might break from the pressure of the blow. Sansa screamed. Tears welled in her eyes. It will be over soon. She quickly shed count of the blows. “Enough,” she heard the Hound rasp. “No it isn’t,” the king replied. “Boros, make her naked.” Boros shoved a meaty hand down the front of Sansa’s bodice and gave a tough yank. The silk came tearing ameans, baring her to the waist. Sansa spanned her breasts through her hands. She might hear sniggers, far off and cruel. “Beat her bloody,” Joffrey shelp, “we’ll watch just how her brother fancies—” “What is the definition of this?” The Imp’s voice cracked like a whip, and all of a sudden Sansa was totally free. She stumbled to her knees, arms crossed over her chest, her breath ragged. “Is this your idea of chivalry, Ser Boros?” Tyrion Lannister demanded angrily. His pet sellsword stood via him, and among his wildlings, the one through the shed eye. “What type of knight beats helpless maids?” “The type who serves his king, Imp.” Ser Boros increased his sword, and Ser Meryn stepped up next to him, his blade scraping clear of its scabbard. “Careful with those,” warned the dwarf’s sellsword. “You don’t desire to acquire blood all over those pretty white cloaks.” “Someone give the girl somepoint to cover herself through,” the Imp sassist. Sandor Clegane unfastened his cloak and tossed it at her. Sansa clutched it versus her chest, fists bunched difficult in the white wool. The coarse weave was scratchy against her skin, but no velvet had ever before felt so fine.” Some serving girls took charge of her, moupoint meaningless comforts to sheight her shaking. One stripped off the damages of her gvery own and smallclothes, and also one more bathed her and also washed the sticky juice from her confront and also her hair. As they scrubbed her dvery own via soap and also sluiced warm water over her head, all she can check out were the deals with from the bailey. Knights are sworn to defend the weak, protect woguys, and also fight for the right, but none of them did a point. Only Ser Dontos had actually tried to aid, and he was no longer a knight, no even more than the Imp was, nor the Hound . . . the Hound hated knights . . . I hate them too, Sansa assumed. They are no true knights, not among them.”Chapter 41:“Tyrion glanced round the yard. “Where’s the Stark girl?” For a minute no one answered. Finally Joffrey sassist, “She was riding by me. I don’t know wright here she went.” Tyrion pressed blunt fingers into his throbbing temples. If Sansa Stark had actually involved injury, Jaime was as great as dead. “Ser Mandon, you were her shield.” Ser Mandon Moore remained untroubled. “When they mobbed the Hound, I thought initially of the king.” “And rightly so,” Cersei put in. “Boros, Meryn, go ago and also find the girl.” “And my daughter,” Lady Tanda sobbed. “Please, sers . . .” Ser Boros did not look pleased at the prospect of leaving the safety of the castle. “Your Grace,” he told the queen, “the sight of our white cloaks can enrage the mob.” Tyrion had stomached all he cared to. “The Others take your fucking cloaks! Take them off if you’re afraid to wear them, you bloody oaf . . . but uncover me Sansa Stark or I swear, I’ll have Shagga break-up that ugly head of yours in 2 to check out if there’s anypoint inside yet black pudding.” Ser Boros went purple with rage. “You would certainly contact me ugly, you?” He began to raise the bloody sword still clutched in his mailed fist. Bronn shoved Tyrion unceremoniously behind him. “Speak it!” Cersei snapped. “Boros, you’ll carry out as you’re bid, or we’ll discover someone else to wear that cloak. Your oath—” “There she is!” Joffrey shouted, pointing. Sandor Clegane cantered briskly through the gateways astride Sansa’s chestnut courser. The girl was seated behind, both arms tight roughly the Hound’s chest. Tyrion referred to as to her. “Are you hurt, Lady Sansa?” Blood was trickling down Sansa’s brow from a deep gash on her scalp. “They . . . they were throwing things . . . rocks and also filth, eggs . . . I tried to tell them, I had no breview to give them. A guy tried to pull me from the saddle. The Hound killed him, I think … his arm . . .” Her eyes widened and also she put a hand also over her mouth. “He reduced off his arm.” Clegane lifted her to the ground. His white cloak was torn and stained, and blood seeped through a jagged tear in his left sleeve. “The little bird’s bleeding. Someone take her ago to her cage and watch to that cut.”Chapter 52:“Sansa dug her nails into her hand. She might feel the are afraid in her tummy, twisting and also pinching, worse eincredibly day. Nightmares of the day Princess Myrcella had actually cruised still troubled her sleep; dark suffocating dreams that woke her in the black of night, struggling for breath. She could hear the civilization screaming at her, screaming without words, like animals. They had actually hemmed her in and thrown filth at her and also tried to pull her off her steed, and also would have actually done worse if the Hound had not reduced his means to her side. Dvery own by the Mud Gate, outlined against the drifting smoke, she can make out the vague form of the three huge catapults, the greatest anyone had ever viewed, overtopping the walls by an excellent twenty feet. Yet none of it made her feel less fearful. A stab went through her, so sharp that Sansa sobbed and clutched at her belly. She can have actually fallen, yet a shadow relocated unexpectedly, and solid fingers grabbed her arm and steapassed away her. She ordered a merlon for support, her fingers scrabbling at the stormy rock. “Let go of me,” she cried. “Let go.” “The little bit bird thinks she has actually wings, does she? Or perform you expect to end up crippled prefer that brvarious other of yours?” Sansa twisted in his master. “I wasn’t going to autumn. It was just . . . you startled me, that’s all.” “You expect I scared you. And still execute.” She took a deep breath to calm herself. “I believed I was alone, I She glanced away. “The little bit bird still can’t bear to look at me, deserve to she?” The Hound released her. “You were glad sufficient to see my face once the mob had actually you, though. Remember?” Sansa remembered all as well well. She remembered the method they had howled, the feel of the blood running dvery own her cheek from where the rock had struck her, and the garlic stink on the breath of the man who had tried to pull her from her horse. She could still feel the cruel pinch of fingers on her wrist as she shed her balance and also started to loss. She’d believed she was going to die then, but the fingers had actually twitched, all 5 at as soon as, and also the man had shrieked loud as a steed. When his hand also fell amethod, one more hand also, stronger, shoved her earlier right into her saddle. The guy with the garlicky breath was on the ground, blood pumping out the stump of his arm, yet there were others all roughly, some through clubs in hand also. The Hound leapt at them, his sword a blur of steel that trailed a red mist as it swung. When they broke and ran before him he had actually laughed, his terrible melted face for a moment transcreated. She made herself look at that confront currently, really look. It was only courteous, and also a lady should never forobtain her courtesies. The scars are not the worst part, nor even the method his mouth twitches. It’s his eyes. She had never checked out eyes so full of anger. “I . . . I have to have pertained to you after,” she shelp haltingly. “To thank you, for . . . for saving me . . . you were so brave.” “Brave?” His laugh was fifty percent a snarl. “A dog doesn’t require courage to chase off rats. They had actually me thirty to one, and not a male of them dared face me.” She hated the method he talked, always so harsh and angry. “Does it provide you joy to streatment people?” “No, it offers me joy to kill civilization.” His mouth twitched. “Wrinkle up your challenge all you like, but spare me this false piety. You were a high lord’s obtain. Don’t tell me Lord Eddard Stark of Winterdropped never eliminated a guy.” “That was his duty. He never chosen it.” “Is that what he told you?” Clegane laughed again. “Your father lied. Killing is the sweetest point tbelow is.” He drew his longsword. “Here’s your truth. Your valuable father uncovered that out on Baelor’s measures. Lord of Winterdropped, Hand also of the King, Warden of the North, the mighty Eddard Stark, of a line eight thousand years old . . . however Ilyn Payne’s blade went through his neck all the very same, didn’t it? Do you remember the dance he did once his head came off his shoulders?” Sansa hugged herself, suddenly cold. “Why are you constantly so hateful? I was thanking you . . .” “Just as if I was one of those true knights you love so well, yes. What perform you think a knight is for, girl? You think it’s all taking favors from females and also looking fine in gold plate? Knights are for killing.” He laid the edge of his longsword versus her neck, simply under her ear. Sansa can feel the sharpness of the steel. “I killed my initially man at twelve. I’ve lost count of just how many type of I’ve eliminated because then. High lords through old names, fat rich guys dressed in velvet, knights puffed up like bladders through their honors, yes, and woguys and kids too—they’re all meat, and also I’m the butcher. Let them have their lands and their gods and their gold. Let them have their sers.” Sandor Clegane spat at her feet to present what he believed of that. “So long as I have actually this,” he shelp, lifting the sword from her throat, “there’s no male on earth I require are afraid.” Except your brvarious other, Sansa thought, however she had actually better sense than to say it aloud. He is a dog, simply as he says. A half-wild, mean-tempered dog that bites any type of hand also that tries to pet him, and also yet will certainly savage any kind of man who tries to hurt his masters. “Not even the guys throughout the river?” Clegane’s eyes turned toward the distant fires. “All this burning.” He sheathed his sword. “Only cowards fight through fire.” “Lord Stannis is no coward.” “He’s not the guy his brvarious other was either. Robert never before let a little point like a river speak him.” “What will certainly you execute once he crosses?” “Fight. Kill. Die, possibly.” “Aren’t you afraid? The gods might send you down to some destructive hell for all the evil you’ve done.” “What evil?” He laughed. “What gods?” “The gods who made us all.” “All?” he mocked. “Tell me, bit bird, what kind of god renders a monster favor the Imp, or a halfwit choose Lady Tanda’s daughter? If tright here are gods, they made lamb so wolves can eat mutton, and also they made the weak for the solid to play with.” “True knights defend the weak.” He snorted. “There are no true knights, no even more than there are gods. If you can’t defend yourself, die and also gain out of the means of those who have the right to. Sharp steel and also solid arms rule this people, don’t ever believe any type of different.” Sansa backed amethod from him. “You’re awful.” “I’m honest. It’s the human being that’s awful. Now fly amethod, little bit bird, I’m sick of you peeping at me.” Wordless, she fled. She was afraid of Sandor Clegane . . . and yet, some component of her wiburned that Ser Dontos had actually a little of the Hound’s ferocity. Tbelow are gods, she told herself, and there are true knights as well. All the stories can’t be lies.”Chapter 62: “Her bedchamber was babsence as pitch. Sansa barred the door and fumbled with the dark to the home window. When she ripped earlier the drapes, her breath caught in her throat. The southerly sky was aswirl via glowing, moving colors, the reflections of the good fires that burned below. Baleful green tides relocated versus the bellies of the clouds, and pools of ovariety light spread out across the heavens. The reds and yellows of prevalent flame warred versus the emeralds and also jades of wildfire, each color flaring and also then fading, birthing armies of short-lived shadows to die aobtain an immediate later. Green dawns provided way to oselection dusks in half a heartbeat. The air itself smelled charred, the method a soup kettle periodically smelled if it was left on the fire as well lengthy and also all the soup boiled amethod. Embers drifted with the night air favor swarms of fireflies. Sansa backed away from the window, redealing with towards the safety and security of her bed. I’ll go to sleep, she told herself, and once I wake it will be a new day, and also the sky will be blue aobtain. The fighting will be done and someone will certainly tell me whether I’m to live or die. “Lady,” she whimpered softly, wondering if she would fulfill her wolf again as soon as she was dead. Then something stirred behind her, and also a hand also reached out of the dark and also grabbed her wrist. Sansa opened up her mouth to scream, but an additional hand also clamped down over her challenge, smothering her. His fingers were rough and also callsupplied, and sticky with blood. “Little bird. I knew you’d come.” The voice was a drunken rasp. Outside, a swirling lance of jade light spit at the stars, filling the room via green glare. She saw him for a moment, all black and also green, the blood on his challenge dark as tar, his eyes glowing prefer a dog’s in the sudden glare. Then the light faded and he was only a hulking darkness in a stained white cloak. “If you scream I’ll kill you. Believe that.” He took his hand also from her mouth. Her breath was coming ragged. The Hound had a flagon of wine on her bedside table. He took a lengthy pull. “Don’t you desire to ask who’s winning the fight, little bird?” “Who?” she said, as well frightened to defy him. The Hound laughed. “I just understand who’s shed. Me.” He is drunker than I’ve ever before checked out him. He was resting in my bed. What does he want here? “What have you lost?” “All.” The burned fifty percent of his confront was a mask of dried blood. “Bloody dwarf. Should have eliminated him. Years ago.” “He’s dead, they say.” “Dead? No. Bugger that. I don’t desire him dead.” He cast the empty flagon aside. “I desire him melted. If the gods are excellent, they’ll burn him, however I won’t be right here to check out. I’m going.” “Going?” She tried to wriggle totally free, however his grasp was iron. “The bit bird repeats whatever before she hears. Going, yes.” “Wbelow will you go?” “Away from here. Ameans from the fires. Go out the Iron Gate, I mean. North somewhere, all over.” “You won’t acquire out,” Sansa said. “The queen’s closed up Maegor’s, and the city gates are shut as well.” “Not to me. I have actually the white cloak. And I have actually this.” He patted the pommel of his sword. “The man who tries to speak me is a dead guy. Unless he’s on fire.” He laughed bitterly. “Why did you come here?” “You promised me a song, little bird. Have you forgotten?” She didn’t recognize what he meant. She couldn’t sing for him currently, below, with the sky aswirl through fire and males dying in their hundreds and their thousands. “I can’t,” she shelp. “Let me go, you’re scaring me.” “Everything scares you. Look at me. Look at me.” The blood masked the worst of his scars, yet his eyes were white and also wide and terrifying. The burnt edge of his mouth twitched and twitched again. Sansa could smell him; a stink of sweat and sour wine and also stale vomit, and over it all the reek of blood, blood, blood. “I might keep you safe,” he rasped. “They’re all afrassist of me. No one would certainly hurt you aget, or I’d kill them.” He yanked her closer, and also for a minute she assumed he meant to kiss her. He was also strong to fight. She closed her eyes, wanting it to more than, however nothing occurred. “Still can’t bear to look, deserve to you?” she heard him say. He gave her arm a tough wrench, pulling her roughly and shoving her down onto the bed. “I’ll have actually that song. Florian and Jonquil, you sassist.” His dagger was out, poised at her throat. “Sing, little bird. Sing for your little bit life.” Her throat was dry and also tight through are afraid, and every song she had ever before known had actually fled from her mind. Please don’t kill me, she wanted to scream, please don’t. She can feel him twisting the point, pushing it right into her throat, and she almost closed her eyes aobtain, however then she remembered. It was not the song of Florian and also Jonquil, however it was a song. Her voice sounded little and thin and tremulous in her ears. Gentle Mother, font of mercy,save our sons from battle, we pray,remain the swords and also remain the arrows,let them recognize a much better day.Gentle Mother, strength of woguys,assist our daughters via this fray,soothe the wrath and tame the fury,teach us all a kinder means. She had forobtained the other verses. When her voice trailed off, she feared he could kill her, yet after a minute the Hound took the blade from her throat, never before speaking. Some instinct made her lift her hand also and cup his cheek through her fingers. The room was as well dark for her to view him, however she might feel the stickiness of the blood, and a wetness that was not blood. “Little bird,” he sassist as soon as more, his voice raw and also harsh as steel on rock. Then he rose from the bed. Sansa heard fabric ripping, complied with by the softer sound of redealing with footmeasures. When she crawled out of bed, long moments later, she was alone. She discovered his cloak on the floor, twisted up tight, the white wool stained by blood and also fire. The sky external was darker by then, with only a couple of pale green ghosts dancing against the stars. A chill wind was blowing, banging the shutters. Sansa was cold. She shook out the torn cloak and huddled beneath it on the floor, shivering.”