I don't want to talk about that now, she said. Under the wounded pride, Will could sense something else in the older man. He was all she ever dreamt her prince should be, tall and handsome and strong, with hair like gold. The wooden sword she carried in her left hand, out where everybody could see it, to scare off robbers, but there were men in the pot-shops who wouldn't have been scared off if she'd had a battle-axe.
Syrio says we have time for one last lesson before we take ship this evening, she said. Save him, and I will free you, I swear it. Here is the other one, the septa announced. Sansa didn't know what to do.
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