And when she was done, Eddard Stark sat dazed beside the table, the dagger in his hand. I met her on a night like this, he heard himself saying. I could tell you the story about Brandon the Builder, Old Nan said. Women are all weak, even her, though she pretends she isn't.
She hugged her bare knees tight against her chest and shivered. I'm Sansa Stark, she said, ill at ease. r hundred with the addition of her father's household and the freeriders who had joined them on the road. You ought to have gone with him, to keep him safe.
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