She drew the curtains around her bed, slept, woke weeping, and slept again. When she could notsleep she lay under her blankets shivering with grief. Servants came and went, bringing meals, but thesight of food was more than she could bear. The dishes piled up on the table beneath her window,untouched and spoiling, until the servants took them away again.
Sometimes her sleep was leaden and dreamless, and she woke from it more tired than when she hadclosed her eyes. Yet those were the best times, for when she dreamed, she dreamed of Father. Wakingor sleeping, she saw him, saw the gold cloaks fling him down, saw Ser Ilyn striding forward,unsheathing Ice from the scabbard on his back, saw the moment … the moment when … she hadwanted to look away, she had wanted to, her legs had gone out from under her and she had fallen toher knees, yet somehow she could not turn her head, and all the people were screaming and shouting,and her prince had smiled at her, he’d smiled and she’d felt safe, but only for a heartbeat, until he saidthose words, and her father’s legs … that was what she remembered, his legs, the way they’d jerkedwhen Ser Ilyn … when the sword …Perhaps I will die too, she told herself, and the thought did not seem so terrible to her. If she flungherself from the window, she could put an end to her suffering, and in the years to come the singerswould write songs of her grief. Her body would lie on the stones below, broken and innocent,shaming all those who had betrayed her. Sansa went so far as to cross the bedchamber and throw openthe shutters2 … but then her courage left her, and she ran back to her bed, sobbing3.
The serving girls tried to talk to her when they brought her meals, but she never answered them.
Once Grand Maester Pycelle came with a box of flasks4 and bottles, to ask if she was ill. He felt herbrow, made her undress, and touched her all over while her bedmaid held her down. When he left hegave her a potion of honeywater and herbs and told her to drink a swallow every night. She drank itall right then and went back to sleep.
She dreamt of footsteps on the tower stair, an ominous5 scraping of leather on stone as a manclimbed slowly toward her bedchamber, step by step. All she could do was huddle6 behind her doorand listen, trembling, as he came closer and closer. It was Ser Ilyn Payne, she knew, coming for herwith Ice in his hand, coming to take her head. There was no place to run, no place to hide, no way tobar the door. Finally the footsteps stopped and she knew he was just outside, standing7 there silent withhis dead eyes and his long pocked face. That was when she realized she was naked. She croucheddown, trying to cover herself with her hands, as her door began to swing open, creaking, the point ofthe greatsword poking8 through …She woke murmuring, “Please, please, I’ll be good, I’ll be good, please don’t,” but there was noone to hear.
When they finally came for her in truth, Sansa never heard their footsteps. It was Joffrey whoopened her door, not Ser Ilyn but the boy who had been her prince. She was in bed, curled up tight,her curtains drawn9, and she could not have said if it was noon or midnight. The first thing she heardwas the slam of the door. Then her bed hangings were yanked back, and she threw up a hand againstthe sudden light and saw them standing over her.
“You will attend me in court this afternoon,” Joffrey said. “See that you bathe and dress as befitsmy betrothed10.” Sandor Clegane stood at his shoulder in a plain brown doublet and green mantle11, his burned face hideous12 in the morning light. Behind them were two knights14 of the Kingsguard in longwhite satin cloaks.
urned face hideous in the morning light. Behind them were two knights of the Kingsguard in longwhite satin cloaks.
Sansa drew her blanket up to her chin to cover herself. “No,” she whimpered, “please … leave mebe.”
“If you won’t rise and dress yourself, my Hound will do it for you,” Joffrey said.
“I beg of you, my prince …”
“I’m king now. Dog, get her out of bed.”
Sandor Clegane scooped15 her up around the waist and lifted her off the featherbed as she struggledfeebly. Her blanket fell to the floor. Underneath16 she had only a thin bedgown to cover her nakedness.
“Do as you’re bid, child,” Clegane said. “Dress.” He pushed her toward her wardrobe, almost gently.
Sansa backed away from them. “I did as the queen asked, I wrote the letters, I wrote what she toldme. You promised you’d be merciful. Please, let me go home. I won’t do any treason, I’ll be good, Iswear it, I don’t have traitor17’s blood, I don’t. I only want to go home.” Remembering her courtesies,she lowered her head. “As it please you,” she finished weakly.
“It does not please me,” Joffrey said. “Mother says I’m still to marry you, so you’ll stay here, andyou’ll obey.”
“I don’t want to marry you,” Sansa wailed18. “You chopped off my father’s head!”
“He was a traitor. I never promised to spare him, only that I’d be merciful, and I was. If he hadn’tbeen your father, I would have had him torn or flayed19, but I gave him a clean death.”
Sansa stared at him, seeing him for the first time. He was wearing a padded crimson21 doubletpatterned with lions and a cloth-of-gold cape22 with a high collar that framed his face. She wonderedhow she could ever have thought him handsome. His lips were as soft and red as the worms youfound after a rain, and his eyes were vain and cruel. “I hate you,” she whispered.
King Joffrey’s face hardened. “My mother tells me that it isn’t fitting that a king should strike hiswife. Ser Meryn.”
The knight13 was on her before she could think, yanking back her hand as she tried to shield her faceand back-handing her across the ear with a gloved fist. Sansa did not remember falling, yet the nextshe knew she was sprawled23 on one knee amongst the rushes. Her head was ringing. Ser Meryn Trantstood over her, with blood on the knuckles24 of his white silk glove.
“Will you obey now, or shall I have him chastise25 you again?”
Sansa’s ear felt numb26. She touched it, and her fingertips came away wet and red. “I … as … as youcommand, my lord.”
“Your Grace,” Joffrey corrected her. “I shall look for you in court.” He turned and left.
Ser Meryn and Ser Arys followed him out, but Sandor Clegane lingered long enough to yank herroughly to her feet. “Save yourself some pain, girl, and give him what he wants.”
“What … what does he want? Please, tell me.”
“He wants you to smile and smell sweet and be his lady love,” the Hound rasped. “He wants tohear you recite all your pretty little words the way the septa taught you. He wants you to lovehim … and fear him.”
After he was gone, Sansa sank back onto the rushes, staring at the wall until two of her bedmaidscrept timidly into the chamber1. “I will need hot water for my bath, please,” she told them, “andperfume, and some powder to hide this bruise27.” The right side of her face was swollen28 and beginningto ache, but she knew Joffrey would want her to be beautiful.
The hot water made her think of Winterfell, and she took strength from that. She had not washedsince the day her father died, and she was startled at how filthy29 the water became. Her maids sluicedthe blood off her face, scrubbed the dirt from her back, washed her hair and brushed it out until itsprang back in thick auburn curls. Sansa did not speak to them, except to give them commands; theywere Lannister servants, not her own, and she did not trust them. When the time came to dress, shechose the green silk gown that she had worn to the tourney. She recalled how gallant30 Joff had been toher that night at the feast. Perhaps it would make him remember as well, and treat her more gently.
She drank a glass of buttermilk and nibbled31 at some sweet biscuits as she waited, to settle herstomach. It was midday when Ser Meryn returned. He had donned his white armor; a shirt ofenameled scales chased with gold, a tall helm with a golden sunburst crest32, greaves and gorget andgauntlet and boots of gleaming plate, a heavy wool cloak clasped with a golden lion. His visor hadbeen removed from his helm, to better show his dour33 face; pouchy34 bags under his eyes, a wide sour mouth, rusty35 hair spotted36 with grey. “My lady,” he said, bowing, as if he had not beaten her bloodyonly three hours past. “His Grace has instructed me to escort you to the throne room.”
“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 notso 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 wasonly a … a thing to him. “No,” she said, rising. She wanted to rage, to hurt him as he’d hurt her, towarn him that when she was queen she would have him exiled if he ever dared strike her again … butshe remembered what the Hound had told her, so all she said was, “I shall do whatever His Gracecommands.”
“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, warnedher to keep silent, even begged for her forgiveness. Ser Meryn Trant did none of these. Ser MerynTrant simply did not care.
The balcony was deserted37 save for Sansa. She stood with her head bowed, fighting to hold back hertears, while below Joffrey sat on his Iron Throne and dispensed38 what it pleased him to call justice.
Nine cases out of ten seemed to bore him; those he allowed his council to handle, squirming restlesslywhile Lord Baelish, Grand Maester Pycelle, or Queen Cersei resolved the matter. When he did chooseto 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. Twoknights came to him with a dispute about some land, and he decreed that they should duel39 for it on themorrow. “To the death,” he added. A woman fell to her knees to plead for the head of a man executedas a traitor. She had loved him, she said, and she wanted to see him decently buried. “If you loved atraitor, you must be a traitor too,” Joffrey said. Two gold cloaks dragged her off to the dungeons40.
Frog-faced Lord Slynt sat at the end of the council table wearing a black velvet41 doublet and a shinycloth-of-gold cape, nodding with approval every time the king pronounced a sentence. Sansa staredhard 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. Buta voice inside her whispered, There are no heroes, and she remembered what Lord Petyr had said toher, here in this very hall. “Life is not a song, sweetling,” he’d told her. “You may learn that one dayto your sorrow.” In life, the monsters win, she told herself, and now it was the Hound’s voice sheheard, a cold rasp, metal on stone. “Save yourself some pain, girl, and give him what he wants.”
The last case was a plump tavern42 singer, accused of making a song that ridiculed43 the late KingRobert. Joff commanded them to fetch his woodharp and ordered him to perform the song for thecourt. The singer wept and swore he would never sing that song again, but the king insisted. It wassort 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 thesong was done, Joffrey announced that he’d decided44 to be merciful. The singer could keep either hisfingers 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 ordeal45 was not yet done.
When the herald’s voice dismissed the court, she fled the balcony, only to find Joffrey waiting for herat the base of the curving stairs. The Hound was with him, and Ser Meryn as well. The young kingexamined 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. Thetouch of his hand would have thrilled her once; now it made her flesh crawl. “My name day will behere 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, aren’t you? My mother says so.”
“She does?” After all that had happened, his words should have lost their power to hurt her, yetsomehow 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 totrouble 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 littlebird, repeating the words they taught me. The sun had fallen below the western wall, and the stones ofthe Red Keep glowed dark as blood.
I am only a littlebird, repeating the words they taught me. The sun had fallen below the western wall, and the stones ofthe Red Keep glowed dark as blood.
“I’ll get you with child as soon as you’re able,” Joffrey said as he escorted her across the practiceyard. “If the first one is stupid, I’ll chop off your head and find a smarter wife. When do you thinkyou’ll be able to have children?”
Sansa could not look at him, he shamed her so. “Septa Mordane says most … most highborn girlshave their flowering at twelve or thirteen.”
Joffrey nodded. “This way.” He led her into the gatehouse, to the base of the steps that led up to thebattlements.
Sansa jerked back away from him, trembling. Suddenly she knew where they were going. “No,”
she said, her voice a frightened gasp46. “Please, no, don’t make me, I beg you …”
Joffrey pressed his lips together. “I want to show you what happens to traitors47.”
Sansa shook her head wildly. “I won’t. I won’t.”
“I can have Ser Meryn drag you up,” he said. “You won’t like that. You had better do what I say.”
Joffrey reached for her, and Sansa cringed away from him, backing into the Hound.
“Do it, girl,” Sandor Clegane told her, pushing her back toward the king. His mouth twitched48 onthe burned side of his face and Sansa could almost hear the rest of it. He'll have you up there nomatter what, so give him what he wants.
She forced herself to take King Joffrey’s hand. The climb was something out of a nightmare; everystep was a struggle, as if she were pulling her feet out of ankle-deep mud, and there were more stepsthan she would have believed, a thousand thousand steps, and horror waiting on the ramparts.
From the high battlements of the gatehouse, the whole world spread out below them. Sansa couldsee the Great Sept of Baelor on Visenya’s hill, where her father had died. At the other end of theStreet of the Sisters stood the fire-blackened ruins of the Dragonpit. To the west, the swollen red sunwas half-hidden behind the Gate of the Gods. The salt sea was at her back, and to the south was thefish market and the docks and the swirling49 torrent50 of the Blackwater Rush. And to the north …She turned that way, and saw only the city, streets and alleys51 and hills and bottoms and more streetsand 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 archers52. The heads were mounted between the crenels,along the top of the wall, impaled53 on iron spikes54 so they faced out over the city. Sansa had noted55 themthe moment she’d stepped out onto the wallwalk, but the river and the bustling56 streets and the settingsun were ever so much prettier. He can make me look at the heads, she told herself, but he can’t makeme 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 severed57 head had been dipped in tar20 topreserve it longer. Sansa looked at it calmly, not seeing it at all. It did not really look like LordEddard, 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’msaving those for my uncle Stannis and my uncle Renly,” he explained. The other heads had been deadand mounted much longer than her father. Despite the tar, most were long past being recognizable.
The king pointed58 to one and said, “That’s your septa there,” but Sansa could not even have told that itwas a woman. The jaw59 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 knownall along. “Why did you kill her?” she asked. “She was god-sworn …”
“She was a traitor.” Joffrey looked pouty60; somehow she was upsetting him. “You haven’t saidwhat you mean to give me for my name day. Maybe I should give you something instead, would youlike that?”
“If it please you, my lord,” Sansa said.
When he smiled, she knew he was mocking her. “Your brother is a traitor too, you know.” He turned Septa Mordane’s head back around. “I remember your brother from Winterfell. My dogcalled him the lord of the wooden sword. Didn’t you, dog?”
“Did I?” the Hound replied. “I don’t recall.”
Joffrey gave a petulant61 shrug62. “Your brother defeated my uncle Jaime. My mother says it wastreachery and deceit. She wept when she heard. Women are all weak, even her, though she pretendsshe isn’t. She says we need to stay in King’s Landing in case my other uncles attack, but I don’t care.
After my name day feast, I’m going to raise a host and kill your brother myself. That’s what I’ll giveyou, Lady Sansa. Your brother’s head.”
A kind of madness took over her then, and she heard herself say, “Maybe my brother will give meyour head.”
Joffrey scowled63. “You must never mock me like that. A true wife does not mock her lord. SerMeryn, teach her.”
This time the knight grasped her beneath the jaw and held her head still as he struck her. He hit hertwice, left to right, and harder, right to left. Her lip split and blood ran down her chin, to mingle64 withthe salt of her tears.
“You shouldn’t be crying all the time,” Joffrey told her. “You’re more pretty when you smile andlaugh.”
Sansa made herself smile, afraid that he would have Ser Meryn hit her again if she did not, but itwas no good, the king still shook his head. “Wipe off the blood, you’re all messy.”
The outer parapet came up to her chin, but along the inner edge of the walk was nothing, nothingbut a long plunge65 to the bailey seventy or eighty feet below. All it would take was a shove, she toldherself. He was standing right there, right there, smirking66 at her with those fat wormlips. You could doit, she told herself. You could. Do it right now. It wouldn’t even matter if she went over with him. Itwouldn’t matter at all.
“Here, girl.” Sandor Clegane knelt before her, between her and Joffrey. With a delicacy67 surprisingin such a big man, he dabbed68 at the blood welling from her broken lip.
The moment was gone. Sansa lowered her eyes. “Thank you,” she said when he was done. She wasa good girl, and always remembered her courtesies.
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