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Sansa had been wary of Tyrion's squire at first； he was a Payne； cousin to Ser Ilyn Payne who had taken her father's head off。 However； she'd soon e to realize that Pod was as frightened of her as she was of his cousin。 Whenever she spoke to him； he turned the most alarming shade of red。
〃Are purple； gold； and white the colors of House Payne； Podrick？〃 she asked him politely。
〃No。 I mean； yes。〃 He blushed。 〃The colors。 Our arms are purple and white chequy； my lady。 With gold coins。 in the checks。 Purple and white。 Both。〃 He studied her feet。
〃There's a tale behind those coins；〃 said Tyrion。 〃No doubt Pod will confide it to your toes one day。 just now we are expected at the Queen's Ballroom； however。 Shall we？〃
Sansa was tempted to beg off。 I could tell him that my tummy was upset； or that my moon's blood had e。 She wanted nothing more than to crawl back in bed and pull the drapes。 I must be brave； like Robb； she told herself； as she took her lord husband stiffly by the arm。
In the Queen's Ballroom they broke their fast on honeycakes baked with blackberries and nuts； gammon steaks； bacon； fingerfish crisped in breadcrumbs； autumn pears； and a Dornish dish of onions； cheese； and chopped eggs cooked up with fiery peppers。 〃Nothing like a hearty breakfast to whet one's appetite for the seventy…seven…course feast to follow；〃 Tyrion mented as their plates were filled。 There were flagons of milk and flagons of mead and flagons of a light sweet golden wine to wash it down。 Musicians strolled among the tables； piping and fluting and fiddling； while Ser Dontos galloped about on his broomstick horse and Moon Boy made farting sounds with his cheeks and sang rude songs about the guests。
Tyrion scarce touched his food； Sansa noticed； though he drank several cups of the wine。 For herself； she tried a little of the Dornish eggs； but the peppers burned her mouth。 Otherwise she only nibbled at the fruit and fish and honeycakes。 Every time Joffrey looked at her； her tummy got so fluttery that she felt as though she'd swallowed a bat。
When the food had been cleared away； the queen solemnly presented Joff with the wife's cloak that he would drape over Margaery's shoulders。 〃It is the cloak I donned when Robert took me for his queen； the same cloak my mother Lady Joanna wore when wed to my lord father。〃 Sansa thought it looked threadbare； if truth be told； but perhaps because it was so used。
Then it was time for gifts。 it was traditional in the Reach to give presents to bride and groom on the morning of their wedding； on the morrow they would receive more presents as a couple； but today's tokens were for their separate persons。
From Jalabbar Xho； Joffrey received a great bow of golden wood and quiver of long arrows fletched with green and scarlet feathers； from Lady Tanda a pair of supple riding boots； from Ser Kevan a magnificent red leather jousting saddle； a red gold brooch wrought in the shape of a scorpion from the Dornishman； Prince Oberyn； silver spurs from Ser Addam Marbrand； a red silk tourney pavilion from Lord Mathis Rowan。 Lord Paxter Redwyne brought forth a beautiful wooden model of the war galley of two hundred oars being built even now on the Arbor。 〃If it please Your Grace； she will be called King Joffrey's Valor；〃 he said； and Joff allowed that he was very pleased indeed。 〃I will make it my flagship when I sail to Dragonstone to kill my traitor uncle Stannis；〃 he said。
He plays the gracious king today。 Joffrey could be gallant when it suited him； Sansa knew； but it seemed to suit him less and less。 Indeed； all his courtesy vanished at once when Tyrion presented him with their own gift： a huge old book called Lives of Four Kings； bound in leather and gorgeously illuminated。 The king leafed through it with no interest。 〃And what is this； Uncle？〃
A book。 Sansa wondered if Joffrey moved those fat wormy lips of his when he read。
〃Grand Maester Kaeth's history of the reigns of Daeron the Young Dragon； Baelor the Blessed； Aegon the Unworthy； and Daeron the Good；〃 her small husband answered。
〃A book every king should read； Your Grace；〃 said Ser Kevan。
〃My father had no time for books。〃 Joffrey shoved the tome across the table。 〃If you read less； Uncle Imp； perhaps Lady Sansa would have a baby in her belly by now。〃 He laughed 。 。 。 and when the king laughs； the court laughs with him。 〃Don't be sad； Sansa； once I've gotten Queen Margaery with child I'll visit your bedchamber and show my little uncle how it's done。〃
Sansa reddened。 She glanced nervously at Tyrion； afraid of what he might say。 This could turn as nasty as the bedding had at their own feast。 But for once the dwarf filled his mouth with wine instead of words。
Lord Mace Tyrell came forward to present his gift： a golden chalice three feet tall； with two ornate curved handles and seven faces glittering with gemstones。 〃Seven faces for Your Grace's seven kingdoms；〃 the bride's father explained。 He showed them how each face bore the sigil of one of the great houses： ruby lion； emerald rose； onyx stag； silver trout； blue jade falcon； opal sun； and pearl direwolf。
〃A splendid cup；〃 said Joffrey； 〃but we'll need to chip the wolf off and put a squid in its place； I think。〃
Sansa pretended that she had not heard。
〃Margaery and I shall drink deep at the feast； good father。〃 Joffrey lifted the chalice above his head； for everyone to admire。
〃The damned thing's as tall as I am；〃 Tyrion muttered in a low voice。 〃Half a chalice and Joff will be falling down drunk。〃
Good； she thought。 Perhaps he'll break his neck。
Lord Tywin waited until last to present the king with his own gift： a longsword。 Its scabbard was made of cherrywood； gold； and oiled red leather； studded with golden lions' heads。 The lions had ruby eyes； she saw。 The ballroom fell silent as Joffrey unsheathed the blade and thrust the sword above his head。 Red and black ripples in the steel shimmered in the morning light。
〃Magnificent；〃 declared Mathis Rowan。
〃A sword to sing of； sire；〃 said Lord Redwyne。
〃A king's sword；〃 said Ser Kevan Lannister。
King Joffrey looked as if he wanted to kill someone right then and there； he was so excited。 He slashed at the air and laughed。 〃A great sword must have a great name； my lords！ What shall I call it？〃
Sansa remembered Lion's Tooth； the sword Arya had flung into the Trident； and Hearteater； the one he'd made her kiss before the battle。 She wondered if he'd want Margaery to kiss this one。
The guests were shouting out names for the new blade。 Joff dismissed a dozen before he heard one he liked。 〃Widow's Wail！〃 he cried。 〃Yes！ It shall make many a widow； too！〃 He slashed again。 〃And when I face my uncle Stannis it will break his magic sword clean in two。〃 Joff tried a downcut； forcing Ser Balon Swann to take a hasty step backward。 Laughter rang through the hall at the look on Ser Balon's face。
〃Have a care； Your Grace；〃 Ser Addam Marbrand warned the king。 〃Valyrian steel is perilously sharp。〃
〃I remember。〃 Joffrey brought Widow's Wail down in a savage twohanded slice； onto the book that Tyrion had given him。 The heavy leather cover parted at a stroke。 〃Sharp！ I told you； I am no stranger to Valyrian steel。〃 It took him half a dozen further cuts to hack the thick tome apart； and the boy was breathless by the time he was done。 Sansa could feel her husband struggling with his fury as Ser Osmund Kettleblack shouted； 〃I pray you never turn that wicked edge on me； sire。〃
〃See that you never give me cause； ser。〃 Joffrey flicked a chunk of Lives of Four Kings off the table at swordpoint； then slid Widow's Wail back into its scabbard。
〃Your Grace；〃 Ser Garlan Tyrell said。 〃Perhaps you did not know。 In all of Westeros there were but four copies of that book illuminated in Kaeth's own hand。〃
〃Now there are three。〃 Joffrey undid his old swordbelt to don his new one。 〃You and Lady Sansa owe me a better present； Uncle Imp。 This one is all chopped to pieces。〃
Tyrion was staring at his nephew with his mismatched eyes。 〃Perhaps a knife； sire。 To match your sword。 A dagger of the same fine Valyrian steel 。 。 。 with a dragonbone hilt； say？〃
Joff gave him a sharp look。 〃You 。 。 。 yes； a dagger to match my sword； good。〃 He nodded。 〃A 。 。 。 a gold hilt with rubies in it。 Dragonbone is too plain。〃
〃As you wish； Your Grace。 〃 Tyrion drank another cup of wine。 He might have been all alone in his solar for all the attention he paid Sansa。 But when the time came to leave for the wedding； he took her by the hand。
As they were crossing the yard； Prince Oberyn of Dorne fell in beside them； his black…haired paramour on his arm。 Sansa glanced at the woman curiously。 She was baseborn and unwed； and had home two bastard daughters for the prince； but she did not fear to look even the queen in the eye。 Shae had told her that this Ellaria worshiped some Lysene love goddess。 〃She was almost a whore when he found her； m'lady；〃 her maid confided； 〃and now she's near a princess。〃 Sansa had never been this close to the Dornishwoman before。 She is not truly beautiful； she thought； but something about her draws the eye。
〃I once had the great good fortune to see the Citadel's copy of Lives of Four Kings；〃 Prince Oberyn was telling her lord