Joffrey reached for her, and Sansa cringed away from him, backing into the Hound. Come share our fire, the night is cold, he called out to the creeping shadows. Damn her, he thought, why is the woman not fled? I have given her chance after chance . We must have some rest, my lady, the hedge knight Ser Willis Wode was saying to Catelyn Stark as Tyrion approached.
You will, the dwarf told him. Her handmaid lowered her eyes. He was a swaggering bantam rooster of a youth, too young and too hot-blooded for Ned's taste, though a fast friend of Catelyn's brother, Edmure Tully. He hammered on the door with a fist.
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