Lions, you call yourselves. You must be proud. It was more than Sansa could stand. The Hound made a sound that might have been a laugh.
Givethis little bride to me, he bellowed as he shoved through the other men andthrew Roslin over one shoulder. He did not like that either. The tasteof blood filled his mouth. He might haveknown Stranger if he'd ever seen me ride him.
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