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ragonknight。 A harp can be as dangerous as a sword； in the right hands。
〃Mace Tyrell actually thought it was his own idea to make Ser Loras's inclusion in the Kingsguard part of the marriage contract。 Who better to protect his daughter than her splendid knightly brother？ And it relieved him of the difficult task of trying to find lands and a bride for a third son； never easy； and doubly difficult in Ser Loras's case。
〃Be that as it may。 Lady Olenna was not about to let Joff harm her precious darling granddaughter； but unlike her son she also realized that under all his flowers and finery； Ser Loras is as hot…tempered as Jaime Lannister。 Toss Joffrey； Margaery； and Loras in a pot； and you've got the makings for kingslayer stew。 The old woman understood something else as well。 Her son was determined to make Margaery a queen； and for that he needed a king 。 。 。 but he did not need /offrey。 We shall have another wedding soon； wait and see。 Margaery will marry Tommen。 She'll keep her queenly crown and her maidenhead； neither of which she especially wants； but what does that matter？ The great western alliance will be preserved 。 。 。 for a time； at least。〃
Margaery and Tommen。 Sansa did not know what to say。 She had liked Margaery Tyrell； and her small sharp grandmother as well。 She thought wistfully of Highgarden with its courtyards and musicians； and the pleasure barges on the Mander； a far cry from this bleak shore。 At least I am safe here。 Joffrey is dead； he cannot hurt me anymore； and I am only a bastard girl now Alayne Stone has no husband and no claim。 And her aunt would soon be here as well。 The long nightmare of King's Landing was behind her； and her mockery of a marriage as well。 She could make herself a new home here； just as Petyr said。
It was eight long days until Lysa Arryn arrived。 On five of them it rained； while Sansa sat bored and restless by the fire； beside the old blind dog。 He was too sick and toothless to walk guard with Bryen anymore； and mostly all he did was sleep； but when she patted him he whined and licked her hand； and after that they were fast friends。 When the rains let up； Petyr walked with her around his holdings； which took less than half a day。 He owned a lot of rocks； just as he had said。 There was one place where the tide came jetting up out of a blowhole to shoot thirty feet into the air； and another where someone had chiseled the seven…pointed star of the new gods upon a boulder。 Petyr said that marked one of the places the Andals had landed； when they came across the sea to wrest the Vale from the First Men。
Farther inland a dozen families lived in huts of piled stone beside a peat bog。 〃Mine own smallfolk；〃 Petyr said； though only the oldest seemed to know him。 There was a hermit's cave on his land as well； but no hermit。 〃He's dead now； but when I was a boy my father took me to see him。 The man had not washed in forty years； so you can imagine how he smelled； but supposedly he had the gift of prophecy。 He groped me a bit and said I would be a great man； and for that my father gave him a skin of wine。〃 Petyr snorted。 〃I would have told him the same thing for half a cup。〃
Finally； on a grey windy afternoon； Bryen came running back to the tower with his dogs barking at his heels； to announce that riders were approaching from the southwest。 〃Lysa；〃 Lord Petyr said。 〃e； Alayne； let us greet her。〃
They put on their cloaks and waited outside。 The riders numbered no more than a score； a very modest escort； for the Lady of the Eyrie。 Three maids rode with her； and a dozen household knights in mail and plate。 She brought a septon as well； and a handsome singer with a wisp of a mustache and long sandy curls。
Could that be my aunt？ Lady Lysa was two years younger than Mother； but this woman looked ten years older。 Thick auburn tresses fell down past her waist； but beneath the costly velvet gown and jeweled bodice her body sagged and bulged。 Her face was pink and painted； her breasts heavy； her limbs thick。 She was taller than Littlefinger； and heavier； nor did she show any grace in the clumsy way she climbed down off her horse。
Petyr knelt to kiss her fingers。 〃The king's small council manded me to woo and win you； my lady。 Do you think you might have me for your lord and husband？〃
Lady Lysa pooched her lips and pulled him up to plant a kiss upon his cheek。 〃Oh； mayhaps I could be persuaded。〃 She giggled。 〃Have you brought gifts to melt my heart？〃
〃The king's peace。〃
〃Oh； poo to the peace； what else have you brought me？〃
〃My daughter。〃 Littlefinger beckoned Sansa forward with a hand。 〃My lady； allow me to present you Alayne Stone。〃
Lysa Arryn did not seem greatly pleased to see her。 Sansa did a deep curtsy； her head bowed。 〃A bastard？〃 she heard her aunt say。 〃Petyr； have you been wicked？ Who was her mother？〃
〃The wench is dead。 I'd hoped to take Alayne to the Eyrie。〃
〃What am I to do with her there？〃
〃I have a few notions；〃 said Lord Petyr。 〃But just now I am more interested in what I might do with you； my lady。〃
All the sternness melted off her aunt's round pink face； and for a moment Sansa thought Lysa Arryn was about to cry。 〃Sweet Petyr； I've missed you so； you don't know； you can't know。 Yohn Royce has been stirring up all sorts of trouble； demanding that I call my banners and go to war。 And the others all swarm around me； Hunter and Corbray and that dreadful Nestor Royce； all wanting to wed me and take my son to ward； but none of them truly love me。 Only you； Petyr。 I've dreamed of you so long。〃
〃And I of you； my lady。〃 He slid an arm around behind her and kissed her on the neck。 〃How soon can we be wed？〃
〃Now；〃 said Lady Lysa； sighing。 〃I've brought my own septon； and a singer； and mead for the wedding feast。〃
〃Here？〃 That did not please him。 〃I'd sooner wed you at the Eyrie； with your whole court in attendance。〃
〃Poo to my court。 I have waited so long； I could not bear to wait another moment。〃 She put her arms around him。 〃I want to share your bed tonight； my sweet。 I want us to make another child； a brother for Robert or a sweet little daughter。〃
〃I dream of that as well； sweetling。 Yet there is much to be gained from a great public wedding； with all the Vale…〃
〃No。〃 She stamped a foot。 〃I want you now； this very night。 And I must warn you； after all these years of silence and whisperings； I mean to scream when you love me。 I am going to scream so loud they'll hear me in the Eyrie！〃
〃Perhaps I could bed you now； and wed you later？〃
The Lady Lysa giggled like a girl。 〃Oh； Petyr Baelish； you are so wicked。 No； I say no； I am the Lady of the Eyrie； and I mand you to wed me this very moment！〃
Petyr gave a shrug。 〃As my lady mands； then。 I am helpless before you； as ever。〃
They said their vows within the hour； standing beneath a sky…blue canopy as the sun sank in the west。 Afterward trestle tables were set up beneath the small flint tower； and they feasted on quail； venison； and roast boar； washing it down with a fine light mead。 Torches were lit as dusk crept in。 Lysa's singer played 〃The Vow Unspoken〃 and 〃Seasons of My Love〃 and 〃Two Hearts That Beat as One。〃 Several younger knights even asked Sansa to dance。 Her aunt danced as well； her skirts whirling when Petyr spun her in his arms。 Mead and marriage had taken years off Lady Lysa。 She laughed at everything so long as she held her husband's hand； and her eyes seemed to glow whenever she looked at him。
When it was time for the bedding； her knights carried her up to the tower； stripping her as they went and shouting bawdy jests。 Tyrion spared me that； Sansa remembered。 It would not have been so bad being undressed for a man she loved； by friends who loved them both。 By Joffrey； though 。 。 。 She shuddered。
Her aunt had brought only three ladies with her； so they pressed Sansa to help them undress Lord Petyr and march him up to his marriage bed。 He submitted with good grace and a wicked tongue； giving as good as he got。 By the time they had gotten him into the tower and out of his clothes； the other women were flushed； with laces unlaced； kirtles crooked； and skirts in disarray。 But Littlefinger only smiled at Sansa as they marched him up to the bedchamber where his lady wife was waiting。
Lady Lysa and Lord Petyr had the third…story bedchamber to themselves； but the tower was small 。 。 。 and true to her word； her aunt screamed。 It had begun to rain outside； driving the feasters into the hall one floor below； so they heard most every word。 〃Petyr；〃 her aunt moaned。 〃Oh； Petyr； Petyr； sweet Petyr； oh oh oh。 There； Petyr； there。 That's where you belong。〃 Lady Lysa's singer launched into a bawdy version of 〃Milady's Supper；〃 but even his singing and playing could not drown out Lysa's cries。 〃Make me a baby； Petyr；〃 she screamed； 〃make me another sweet little baby。 Oh； Petyr； my precious； my precious； PEEEEEETYR！〃 Her last shriek was so loud that it set the dogs to barking； and two of her aunt's ladies could scarce contain their mirth。
Sansa went down the steps and out into the night。 A light rain was falling on the remains of the feast； but the air smelled fresh and clean。 The memory of her own wedding night with Tyrion was much with her。 In the dark； I am the Knight