The Watch took no part. Still, Sansa wrenched away from him, and the Hound laughed, and Lady moved between them, rumbling a warning. Well enough, for the nonce. The dragon remembers.
You disappoint me, Sansa, the queen said, with eyes gone hard as stones. I can just see him fending off Ser Vardis with his woodharp. Why don't you? she challenged him. Her ribs sat there untouched, grown cold now, a thin film of grease congealing beneath them on the plate.
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