“It is better than the songs,” she whispered when they found the places that her father hadpromised her, among the high lords and ladies. Sansa was dressed beautifully that day, in a greengown that brought out the auburn of her hair, and she knew they were looking at her and smiling.
They watched the heroes of a hundred songs ride forth4, each more fabulous5 than the last. The sevenknights of the Kingsguard took the field, all but Jaime Lannister in scaled armor the color of milk,their cloaks as white as fresh-fallen snow. Ser Jaime wore the white cloak as well, but beneath it hewas shining gold from head to foot, with a lion’s-head helm and a golden sword. Ser Gregor Clegane,the Mountain That Rides, thundered past them like an avalanche6. Sansa remembered Lord YohnRoyce, who had guested at Winterfell two years before. “His armor is bronze, thousands andthousands of years old, engraved7 with magic runes that ward8 him against harm,” she whispered toJeyne. Septa Mordane pointed9 out Lord Jason Mallister, in indigo10 chased with silver, the wings of aneagle on his helm. He had cut down three of Rhaegar’s bannermen on the Trident. The girls giggledover the warrior11 priest Thoros of Myr, with his flapping red robes and shaven head, until the septatold them that he had once scaled the walls of Pyke with a flaming sword in hand.
Other riders Sansa did not know; hedge knights from the Fingers and Highgarden and themountains of Dorne, unsung freeriders and new-made squires12, the younger sons of high lords and theheirs of lesser14 houses. Younger men, most had done no great deeds as yet, but Sansa and Jeyne agreedthat one day the Seven Kingdoms would resound15 to the sound of their names. Ser Balon Swann. LordBryce Caron of the Marches. Bronze Yohn’s heir, Ser Andar Royce, and his younger brother SerRobar, their silvered steel plate filigreed16 in bronze with the same ancient runes that warded17 theirfather. The twins Ser Horas and Ser Hobber, whose shields displayed the grape cluster sigil of theRedwynes, burgundy on blue. Patrek Mallister, Lord Jason’s son. Six Freys of the Crossing: SerJared, Ser Hosteen, Ser Danwell, Ser Emmon, Ser Theo, Ser Perwyn, sons and grandsons of old LordWalder Frey, and his bastard18 son Martyn Rivers as well.
Jeyne Poole confessed herself frightened by the look of Jalabhar Xho, an exile prince from theSummer Isles19 who wore a cape20 of green and scarlet21 feathers over skin as dark as night, but when shesaw young Lord Beric Dondarrion, with his hair like red gold and his black shield slashed22 bylightning, she pronounced herself willing to marry him on the instant.
The Hound entered the lists as well, and so too the king’s brother, handsome Lord Renly of Storm’sEnd. Jory, Alyn, and Harwin rode for Winterfell and the north. “Jory looks a beggar among theseothers,” Septa Mordane sniffed23 when he appeared. Sansa could only agree. Jory’s armor was blue-grey plate without device or ornament24, and a thin grey cloak hung from his shoulders like a soiled rag.
Yet he acquitted25 himself well, unhorsing Horas Redwyne in his first joust26 and one of the Freys in hissecond. In his third match, he rode three passes at a freerider named Lothor Brune whose armor wasas drab as his own. Neither man lost his seat, but Brune’s lance was steadier and his blows better placed, and the king gave him the victory. Alyn and Harwin fared less well; Harwin was unhorsedin his first tilt28 by Ser Meryn of the Kingsguard, while Alyn fell to Ser Balon Swann.
din27 his first tilt by Ser Meryn of the Kingsguard, while Alyn fell to Ser Balon Swann.
The jousting29 went all day and into the dusk, the hooves of the great warhorses pounding down thelists until the field was a ragged30 wasteland of torn earth. A dozen times Jeyne and Sansa cried out inunison as riders crashed together, lances exploding into splinters while the commons screamed fortheir favorites. Jeyne covered her eyes whenever a man fell, like a frightened little girl, but Sansa wasmade of sterner stuff. A great lady knew how to behave at tournaments. Even Septa Mordane notedher composure and nodded in approval.
The Kingslayer rode brilliantly. He overthrew31 Ser Andar Royce and the Marcher Lord Bryce Caronas easily as if he were riding at rings, and then took a hard-fought match from white-haired BarristanSelmy, who had won his first two tilts32 against men thirty and forty years his junior.
Sandor Clegane and his immense brother, Ser Gregor the Mountain, seemed unstoppable as well,riding down one foe33 after the next in ferocious34 style. The most terrifying moment of the day cameduring Ser Gregor’s second joust, when his lance rode up and struck a young knight2 from the Valeunder the gorget with such force that it drove through his throat, killing35 him instantly. The youth fellnot ten feet from where Sansa was seated. The point of Ser Gregor’s lance had snapped off in hisneck, and his life’s blood flowed out in slow pulses, each weaker than the one before. His armor wasshiny new; a bright streak36 of fire ran down his outstretched arm, as the steel caught the light. Then thesun went behind a cloud, and it was gone. His cloak was blue, the color of the sky on a clearsummer’s day, trimmed with a border of crescent moons, but as his blood seeped37 into it, the clothdarkened and the moons turned red, one by one.
Jeyne Poole wept so hysterically38 that Septa Mordane finally took her off to regain39 her composure,but Sansa sat with her hands folded in her lap, watching with a strange fascination40. She had neverseen a man die before. She ought to be crying too, she thought, but the tears would not come. Perhapsshe had used up all her tears for Lady and Bran. It would be different if it had been Jory or Ser Rodrikor Father, she told herself. The young knight in the blue cloak was nothing to her, some stranger fromthe Vale of Arryn whose name she had forgotten as soon as she heard it. And now the world wouldforget his name too, Sansa realized; there would be no songs sung for him. That was sad.
After they carried off the body, a boy with a spade ran onto the field and shoveled41 dirt over the spotwhere he had fallen, to cover up the blood. Then the jousts42 resumed.
Ser Balon Swann also fell to Gregor, and Lord Renly to the Hound. Renly was unhorsed soviolently that he seemed to fly backward off his charger, legs in the air. His head hit the ground withan audible crack that made the crowd gasp43, but it was just the golden antler on his helm. One of thetines had snapped off beneath him. When Lord Renly climbed to his feet, the commons cheeredwildly, for King Robert’s handsome young brother was a great favorite. He handed the broken tine tohis conqueror44 with a gracious bow. The Hound snorted and tossed the broken antler into the crowd,where the commons began to punch and claw over the little bit of gold, until Lord Renly walked outamong them and restored the peace. By then Septa Mordane had returned, alone. Jeyne had beenfeeling ill, she explained; she had helped her back to the castle. Sansa had almost forgotten aboutJeyne.
Later a hedge knight in a checkered45 cloak disgraced himself by killing Beric Dondarrion’s horse,and was declared forfeit46. Lord Beric shifted his saddle to a new mount, only to be knocked right off itby Thoros of Myr. Ser Aron Santagar and Lothor Brune tilted47 thrice without result; Ser Aron fellafterward to Lord Jason Mallister, and Brune to Yohn Royce’s younger son, Robar.
In the end it came down to four; the Hound and his monstrous49 brother Gregor, Jaime Lannister theKingslayer, and Ser Loras Tyrell, the youth they called the Knight of Flowers.
Ser Loras was the youngest son of Mace50 Tyrell, the Lord of Highgarden and Warden51 of the South.
At sixteen, he was the youngest rider on the field, yet he had unhorsed three knights of theKingsguard that morning in his first three jousts. Sansa had never seen anyone so beautiful. His platewas intricately fashioned and enameled52 as a bouquet53 of a thousand different flowers, and his snow-white stallion was draped in a blanket of red and white roses. After each victory, Ser Loras wouldremove his helm and ride slowly round the fence, and finally pluck a single white rose from theblanket and toss it to some fair maiden54 in the crowd.
His last match of the day was against the younger Royce. Ser Robar’s ancestral runes proved smallprotection as Ser Loras split his shield and drove him from his saddle to crash with an awful clangor in the dirt. Robar lay moaning as the victor made his circuit of the field. Finally they called for alitter and carried him off to his tent, dazed and unmoving. Sansa never saw it. Her eyes were only forSer Loras. When the white horse stopped in front of her, she thought her heart would burst.
rSer Loras. When the white horse stopped in front of her, she thought her heart would burst.
To the other maidens55 he had given white roses, but the one he plucked for her was red. “Sweetlady,” he said, “no victory is half so beautiful as you.” Sansa took the flower timidly, struck dumb byhis gallantry. His hair was a mass of lazy brown curls, his eyes like liquid gold. She inhaled57 the sweetfragrance of the rose and sat clutching it long after Ser Loras had ridden off.
When Sansa finally looked up, a man was standing58 over her, staring. He was short, with a pointedbeard and a silver streak in his hair, almost as old as her father. “You must be one of her daughters,”
he said to her. He had grey-green eyes that did not smile when his mouth did. “You have the Tullylook.”
“I’m Sansa Stark,” she said, ill at ease. The man wore a heavy cloak with a fur collar, fastenedwith a silver mockingbird, and he had the effortless manner of a high lord, but she did not know him.
“I have not had the honor, my lord.”
Septa Mordane quickly took a hand. “Sweet child, this is Lord Petyr Baelish, of the king’s smallcouncil.”
“Your mother was my queen of beauty once,” the man said quietly. His breath smelled of mint.
“You have her hair.” His fingers brushed against her cheek as he stroked one auburn lock. Quiteabruptly he turned and walked away.
By then, the moon was well up and the crowd was tired, so the king decreed that the last threematches would be fought the next morning, before the melee59. While the commons began their walkhome, talking of the day’s jousts and the matches to come on the morrow, the court moved to theriverside to begin the feast. Six monstrous huge aurochs had been roasting for hours, turning slowlyon wooden spits while kitchen boys basted60 them with butter and herbs until the meat crackled andspit. Tables and benches had been raised outside the pavilions, piled high with sweetgrass andstrawberries and fresh-baked bread.
Sansa and Septa Mordane were given places of high honor, to the left of the raised dais where theking himself sat beside his queen. When Prince Joffrey seated himself to her right, she felt her throattighten. He had not spoken a word to her since the awful thing had happened, and she had not dared tospeak to him. At first she thought she hated him for what they’d done to Lady, but after Sansa hadwept her eyes dry, she told herself that it had not been Joffrey’s doing, not truly. The queen had doneit; she was the one to hate, her and Arya. Nothing bad would have happened except for Arya.
She could not hate Joffrey tonight. He was too beautiful to hate. He wore a deep blue doubletstudded with a double row of golden lion’s heads, and around his brow a slim coronet made of goldand sapphires61. His hair was as bright as the metal. Sansa looked at him and trembled, afraid that hemight ignore her or, worse, turn hateful again and send her weeping from the table.
Instead Joffrey smiled and kissed her hand, handsome and gallant56 as any prince in the songs, andsaid, “Ser Loras has a keen eye for beauty, sweet lady.”
“He was too kind,” she demurred62, trying to remain modest and calm, though her heart wassinging. “Ser Loras is a true knight. Do you think he will win tomorrow, my lord?”
“No,” Joffrey said. “My dog will do for him, or perhaps my uncle Jaime. And in a few years,when I am old enough to enter the lists, I shall do for them all.” He raised his hand to summon aservant with a flagon of iced summerwine, and poured her a cup. She looked anxiously at SeptaMordane, until Joffrey leaned over and filled the septa’s cup as well, so she nodded and thanked himgraciously and said not another word.
The servants kept the cups filled all night, yet afterward48 Sansa could not recall ever tasting thewine. She needed no wine. She was drunk on the magic of the night, giddy with glamour63, swept awayby beauties she had dreamt of all her life and never dared hope to know. Singers sat before the king’spavilion, filling the dusk with music. A juggler64 kept a cascade65 of burning clubs spinning through theair. The king’s own fool, the pie-faced simpleton called Moon Boy, danced about on stilts66, all inmotley, making mock of everyone with such deft67 cruelty that Sansa wondered if he was simple afterall. Even Septa Mordane was helpless before him; when he sang his little song about the High Septon,she laughed so hard she spilled wine on herself.
And Joffrey was the soul of courtesy. He talked to Sansa all night, showering her withcompliments, making her laugh, sharing little bits of court gossip, explaining Moon Boy’s japes.
Sansa was so captivated that she quite forgot all her courtesies and ignored Septa Mordane, seatedto her left.
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All the while the courses came and went. A thick soup of barley68 and venison. Salads of sweetgrassand spinach69 and plums, sprinkled with crushed nuts. Snails70 in honey and garlic. Sansa had never eatensnails before; Joffrey showed her how to get the snail71 out of the shell, and fed her the first sweetmorsel himself. Then came trout72 fresh from the river, baked in clay; her prince helped her crack openthe hard casing to expose the flaky white flesh within. And when the meat course was brought out, heserved her himself, slicing a queen’s portion from the joint73, smiling as he laid it on her plate. Shecould see from the way he moved that his right arm was still troubling him, yet he uttered not a wordof complaint.
Later came sweetbreads and pigeon pie and baked apples fragrant74 with cinnamon and lemon cakesfrosted in sugar, but by then Sansa was so stuffed that she could not manage more than two littlelemon cakes, as much as she loved them. She was wondering whether she might attempt a third whenthe king began to shout.
King Robert had grown louder with each course. From time to time Sansa could hear him laughingor roaring a command over the music and the clangor of plates and cutlery, but they were too faraway for her to make out his words.
Now everybody heard him. “No,” he thundered in a voice that drowned out all other speech. Sansawas shocked to see the king on his feet, red of face, reeling. He had a goblet75 of wine in one hand, andhe was drunk as a man could be. “You do not tell me what to do, woman,” he screamed at QueenCersei. “I am king here, do you understand? I rule here, and if I say that I will fight tomorrow, I willfight!”
Everyone was staring. Sansa saw Ser Barristan, and the king’s brother Renly, and the short manwho had talked to her so oddly and touched her hair, but no one made a move to interfere76. Thequeen’s face was a mask, so bloodless that it might have been sculpted77 from snow. She rose from thetable, gathered her skirts around her, and stormed off in silence, servants trailing behind.
Jaime Lannister put a hand on the king’s shoulder, but the king shoved him away hard. Lannisterstumbled and fell. The king guffawed78. “The great knight. I can still knock you in the dirt. Rememberthat, Kingslayer.” He slapped his chest with the jeweled goblet, splashing wine all over his satin tunic79.
“Give me my hammer and not a man in the realm can stand before me!”
Jaime Lannister rose and brushed himself off. “As you say, Your Grace.” His voice was stiff.
Lord Renly came forward, smiling. “You’ve spilled your wine, Robert. Let me bring you a freshgoblet.”
Sansa started as Joffrey laid his hand on her arm. “It grows late,” the prince said. He had a queerlook on his face, as if he were not seeing her at all. “Do you need an escort back to the castle?”
“No,” Sansa began. She looked for Septa Mordane, and was startled to find her with her head onthe table, snoring soft and ladylike snores. “I mean to say … yes, thank you, that would be most kind.
I am tired, and the way is so dark. I should be glad for some protection.”
Joffrey called out, “Dog!”
Sandor Clegane seemed to take form out of the night, so quickly did he appear. He had exchangedhis armor for a red woolen80 tunic with a leather dog’s head sewn on the front. The light of the torchesmade his burned face shine a dull red. “Yes, Your Grace?” he said.
“Take my betrothed81 back to the castle, and see that no harm befalls her,” the prince told himbrusquely. And without even a word of farewell, Joffrey strode off, leaving her there.
Sansa could feel the Hound watching her. “Did you think Joff was going to take you himself?” Helaughed. He had a laugh like the snarling82 of dogs in a pit. “Small chance of that.” He pulled herunresisting to her feet. “Come, you’re not the only one needs sleep. I’ve drunk too much, and I mayneed to kill my brother tomorrow.” He laughed again.
Suddenly terrified, Sansa pushed at Septa Mordane’s shoulder, hoping to wake her, but she onlysnored the louder. King Robert had stumbled off and half the benches were suddenly empty. The feastwas over, and the beautiful dream had ended with it.
The Hound snatched up a torch to light their way. Sansa followed close beside him. The groundwas rocky and uneven83; the flickering84 light made it seem to shift and move beneath her. She kept hereyes lowered, watching where she placed her feet. They walked among the pavilions, each with itsbanner and its armor hung outside, the silence weighing heavier with every step. Sansa could not bear the sight of him, he frightened her so, yet she had been raised in all the ways of courtesy. A truelady would not notice his face, she told herself. “You rode gallantly85 today, Ser Sandor,” she madeherself say.
Sandor Clegane snarled86 at her. “Spare me your empty little compliments, girl … and your ser’s. Iam no knight. I spit on them and their vows87. My brother is a knight. Did you see 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 managed at last, proud ofherself. It was no lie.
Sandor Clegane stopped suddenly in the middle of a dark and empty field. She had no choice but tostop beside him. “Some septa trained you well. You’re like one of those birds from the Summer Isles,aren’t you? A pretty little talking bird, repeating all the pretty little words they taught you to recite.”
“That’s unkind.” Sansa could feel her heart fluttering in her chest. “You’re frightening me. I wantto go now.”
“No one could withstand him,” the Hound rasped. “That’s truth enough. No one could everwithstand Gregor. That boy today, his second joust, oh, that was a pretty bit of business. You sawthat, did you? Fool boy, he had no business riding in this company. No money, no squire13, no one tohelp 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 chance, do you? Pretty little talking girl, you believe that,you’re empty-headed as a bird for true. Gregor’s lance goes where Gregor wants it to go. Look at me.
Look at me!” Sandor Clegane put a huge hand under her chin and forced her face up. He squatted88 infront of her, and moved the torch close. “There’s a pretty for you. Take a good long stare. You knowyou want to. I’ve watched you turning away all the way down the kingsroad. Piss on that. Take yourlook.”
His fingers held her jaw89 as hard as an iron trap. His eyes watched hers. Drunken eyes, sullen90 withanger. She had to look.
The right side of his face was gaunt, with sharp cheekbones and a grey eye beneath a heavy brow.
His nose was large and hooked, his hair thin, dark. He wore it long and brushed it sideways, becauseno hair grew on the other side of that face.
The left side of his face was a ruin. His ear had been burned away; there was nothing left but ahole. His eye was still good, but all around it was a twisted mass of scar, slick black flesh hard asleather, pocked with craters91 and fissured92 by deep cracks that gleamed red and wet when he moved.
Down by his jaw, you could see a hint of bone where the flesh had been seared away.
Sansa began to cry. He let go of her then, and snuffed out the torch in the dirt. “No pretty words forthat, girl? No little compliment the septa taught you?” When there was no answer, he continued.
“Most of them, they think it was some battle. A siege, a burning tower, an enemy with a torch. Onefool asked if it was dragonsbreath.” His laugh was softer this time, but just as bitter. “I’ll tell you whatit was, girl,” he said, a voice from the night, a shadow leaning so close now that she could smell thesour stench of wine on his breath. “I was younger than you, six, maybe seven. A woodcarver set upshop in the village under my father’s keep, and to buy favor he sent us gifts. The old man mademarvelous toys. I don’t remember what I got, but it was Gregor’s gift I wanted. A wooden knight, allpainted up, every joint pegged93 separate and fixed94 with strings95, so you could make him fight. Gregor isfive years older than me, the toy was nothing to him, he was already a squire, near six foot tall andmuscled like an ox. So I took his knight, but there was no joy to it, I tell you. I was scared all thewhile, and true enough, he found me. There was a brazier in the room. Gregor never said a word, justpicked me up under his arm and shoved the side of my face down in the burning coals and held methere while I screamed and screamed. You saw how strong he is. Even then, it took three grown mento drag him off me. The septons preach about the seven hells. What do they know? Only a man who’sbeen burned knows what hell is truly like.
“My father told everyone my bedding had caught fire, and our maester gave me ointments96.
Ointments! Gregor got his ointments too. Four years later, they anointed him with the seven oils andhe recited his knightly97 vows and Rhaegar Targaryen tapped him on the shoulder and said, ‘Arise, SerGregor.’”
The rasping voice trailed off. He squatted silently before her, a hulking black shape shrouded98 in thenight, hidden from her eyes. Sansa could hear his ragged breathing. She was sad for him, she realized.
Somehow, the fear had gone away.
The silence went on and on, so long that she began to grow afraid once more, but she was afraid forhim now, not for herself. She found his massive shoulder with her hand. “He was no true knight,” shewhispered to him.
The Hound threw back his head and roared. Sansa stumbled back, away from him, but he caughther arm. “No,” he growled99 at her, “no, little bird, he was no true knight.”
The rest of the way into the city, Sandor Clegane said not a word. He led her to where the cartswere waiting, told a driver to take them back to the Red Keep, and climbed in after her. They rode insilence through the King’s Gate and up torchlit city streets. He opened the postern door and led herinto the castle, his burned face twitching100 and his eyes brooding, and he was one step behind her asthey climbed the tower stairs. He took her safe all the way to the corridor outside her bedchamber.
“Thank you, my lord,” Sansa said meekly101.
The Hound caught her by the arm and leaned close. “The things I told you tonight,” he said, hisvoice sounding even rougher than usual. “If you ever tell Joffrey … your sister, your father … any ofthem …”
“I won’t,” Sansa whispered. “I promise.”
It was not enough. “If you ever tell anyone,” he finished, “I’ll kill you.”
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