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〃You're not supposed to leave the column；〃 Sansa reminded her。 〃Father said so。〃
Arya shrugged。 〃I didn't go far。 Anyway； Nymeria was with me the whole time。 I don't always go off； either。 Sometimes it's fun just to ride along with the wagons and talk to people。〃
Sansa knew all about the sorts of people Arya liked to talk to： squires and grooms and serving girls； old men and naked children； rough…spoken freeriders of uncertain birth。 Arya would make friends with anybody。 This Mycah was the worst； a butcher's boy； thirteen and wild； he slept in the meat wagon and smelled of the slaughtering block。 Just the sight of him was enough to make Sansa feel sick； but Arya seemed to prefer his pany to hers。
Sansa was running out of patience now。 〃You have to e with me；〃 she told her sister firmly。 〃You can't refuse the queen。 Septa Mordane will expect you。〃
Arya ignored her。 She gave a hard yank with the brush。 Nymeria growled and spun away； affronted。 〃e back here！〃
〃There's going to be lemon cakes and tea；〃 Sansa went on； all adult and reasonable。 Lady brushed against her leg。 Sansa scratched her ears the way she liked； and Lady sat beside her on her haunches； watching Arya chase Nymeria。 〃Why would you want to ride a smelly old horse and get all sore and sweaty when you could recline on feather pillows and eat cakes with the queen？〃
〃I don't like the queen；〃 Arya said casually。 Sansa sucked in her breath； shocked that even Arya would say such a thing； but her sister prattled on； heedless。 〃She won't even let me bring Nymeria。〃 She thrust the brush under her belt and stalked her wolf。 Nymeria watched her approach warily。
〃A royal wheelhouse is no place for a wolf；〃 Sansa said。 〃And Princess Myrcella is afraid of them； you know that。〃
〃Myrcella is a little baby。〃 Arya grabbed Nymeria around her neck； but the moment she pulled out the brush again the direwolf wriggled free and bounded off。 Frustrated； Arya threw down the brush。 〃Bad wolf！〃 she shouted。
Sansa couldn't help but smile a little。 The kennelmaster once told her that an animal takes after its master。 She gave Lady a quick little hug。 Lady licked her cheek。 Sansa giggled。 Arya heard and whirled around； glaring。 〃I don't care what you say； I'm going out riding。〃 Her long horsey face got the stubborn look that meant she was going to do something willful。 〃Gods be true； Arya； sometimes you act like such a child；〃 Sansa said。 〃I'll go by myself then。 It will be ever so much nicer that way。 Lady and I will eat all the lemon cakes and just have the best time without you。〃
She turned to walk off； but Arya shouted after her； 〃They won't let you bring Lady either。〃 She was gone before Sansa could think of a reply； chasing Nymeria along the river。
Alone and humiliated； Sansa took the long way back to the inn； where she knew Septa Mordane would be waiting。 Lady padded quietly by her side。 She was almost in tears。 All she wanted was for things to be nice and pretty； the way they were in the songs。 Why couldn't Arya be sweet and delicate and kind； like Princess Myrcella？ She would have liked a sister like that。
Sansa could never understand how two sisters； born only two years apart； could be so different。 It would have been easier if Arya had been a bastard； like their half brother Jon。 She even looked like Jon； with the long face and brown hair of the Starks； and nothing of their lady mother in her face or her coloring。 And Jon's mother had been mon； or so people whispered。 Once； when she was littler； Sansa had even asked Mother if perhaps there hadn't been some mistake。 Perhaps the grumkins had stolen her real sister。 But Mother had only laughed and said no； Arya was her daughter and Sansa's trueborn sister； blood of their blood。 Sansa could not think why Mother would want to lie about it； so she supposed it had to be true。
As she neared the center of camp； her distress was quickly forgotten。 A crowd had gathered around the queen's wheelhouse。 Sansa heard excited voices buzzing like a hive of bees。 The doors had been thrown open； she saw； and the queen stood at the top of the wooden steps； smiling down at someone。 She heard her saying； 〃The council does us great honor； my good lords。〃
〃What's happening？〃 she asked a squire she knew。
〃The council sent riders from King's Landing to escort us the rest of the way；〃 he told her。 〃An honor guard for the king。〃
Anxious to see； Sansa let Lady clear a path through the crowd。 People moved aside hastily for the direwolf。 When she got closer； she saw two knights kneeling before the queen； in armor so fine and gorgeous that it made her blink。
One knight wore an intricate suit of white enameled scales； brilliant as a field of new…fallen snow； with silver chasings and clasps that glittered in the sun。 When he removed his helm； Sansa saw that he was an old man with hair as pale as his armor； yet he seemed strong and graceful for all that。 From his shoulders hung the pure white cloak of the Kingsguard。
His panion was a man near twenty whose armor was steel plate of a deep forest…green。 He was the handsomest man Sansa had ever set eyes upon； tall and powerfully made； with jet…black hair that fell to his shoulders and framed a clean…shaven face； and laughing green eyes to match his armor。 Cradled under one arm was an antlered helm； its magnificent rack shimmering in gold。
At first Sansa did not notice the third stranger。 He did not kneel with the others。 He stood to one side； beside their horses； a gaunt grim man who watched the proceedings in silence。 His face was pockmarked and beardless； with deepset eyes and hollow cheeks。 Though he was not an old man； only a few wisps of hair remained to him； sprouting above his ears； but those he had grown long as a woman's。 His armor was iron…grey chainmail over layers of boiled leather； plain and unadorned； and it spoke of age and hard use。 Above his right shoulder the stained leather hilt of the blade strapped to his back was visible； a two…handed greatsword； too long to be worn at his side。
〃The king is gone hunting； but I know he will be pleased to see you when he returns；〃 the queen was saying to the two knights who knelt before her； but Sansa could not take her eyes off the third man。 He seemed to feel the weight of her gaze。 Slowly he turned his head。 Lady growled。 A terror as overwhelming as anything Sansa Stark had ever felt filled her suddenly。 She stepped backward and bumped into someone。
Strong hands grasped her by the shoulders； and for a moment Sansa thought it was her father； but when she turned； it was the burned face of Sandor Clegane looking down at her； his mouth twisted in a terrible mockery of a smile。 〃You are shaking； girl；〃 he said； his voice rasping。 〃Do I frighten you so much？〃
He did； and had since she had first laid eyes on the ruin that fire had made of his face； though it seemed to her now that he was not half so terrifying as the other。 Still； Sansa wrenched away from him； and the Hound laughed； and Lady moved between them； rumbling a warning。 Sansa dropped to her knees to wrap her arms around the wolf。 They were all gathered around gaping； she could feel their eyes on her； and here and there she heard muttered ments and tit