The afternoon was growing old, and the sun was low in thewest. She could not say the words, though. That would not be wise, my queen. The feast seemed to go on forever,though Sansa tasted none of the food.
But later, when she passed the mendying on the posts, when she heard their moans and smelled their bowels andblood . That was too much. Fair, far, fear. Joffrey flicked a chunk of Lives ofFour Kings off the table at swordpoint, then slid Widow's Wail back into itsscabbard.
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