Chapter 81 Chapter 80: Sansa

She woke up suddenly, every nerve was tense, and she hardly knew where she was.In her dream, she was a child again and slept with her younger sister Arya.It's a pity that it wasn't my sister who was snoring in reality, but the maid beside me. This wasn't Winterfell, but the Eagle's Nest City on a high mountain.I became Alayne Stone, the illegitimate daughter.The room was dark and cold, except for the warmth on the bed.Dawn has not yet come.Usually, she would wake up with a start when she dreamed of Ser Ilyn Payne, but today was different.Home, what I dreamed of today is home.

The Eyrie was not her home.This place is about the same size as Maegor's Tower. Outside the pure white walls, there are only mountains and endless voids. A long and steep path passes through Long Sky Fort, Snow Mountain Fort and Dangerous Rock Fort, and connects with Moon Gate Fort at the bottom.She can't go anywhere, can't do anything.The old servant used to say that the halls echoed with the laughter of her father and Robert Baratheon when they were Jon Arryn's adopted sons, but that was long ago, and she felt nothing now.There are not many people around Auntie, and guests are rarely allowed to visit Gate of the Moon Fort.So apart from the elderly maid, Sansa's only companion was the infant Duke Robert, three years old (he was actually eight years old).

And Marillian.The nasty Marillion is always pestering.The young singer played for them every day, never taking his eyes off Sansa's body.Lady Lysa was not very happy recently, so she doted on Marillion all the more. Two maids and a bartender were expelled from the castle because of the singer's words. My aunt is so lonely.Her new husband-in-law spent far more time at the foot of the mountain than at the Eyrie.Now he is down the mountain, talking with the Corbray family for four days in a row.From eavesdropped words, Sansa knew that Jon Arryn's vassals resented Lysa's marriage and were jealous of Petyr's authority over the Valley Warden.Caught on the charge of her aunt's refusal to send troops to aid Robb, the Royce family is on the verge of open rebellion, and the Waywoods, Redfords, Belmores, and Templetons all fully support Bronze Jon's actions.The aborigines in the mountain area are difficult to control, and the old Earl Hunter died of illness suddenly at this juncture. His two young sons unanimously accused the elder brother of murdering their father.The Vale had never been involved in the fighting, but now Lady Lysa's goal of keeping the peace was becoming more and more difficult to achieve.

I can't sleep, Sansa thought, head swollen.She pushed aside the pillow and blanket, walked to the wall, and opened the narrow window. It's snowing at the Eyrie. The snowflakes are flying, soft and silent like memories.Did it wake me up? In the garden below, the snow was deep enough to cover the grass, clothe the statues in white, and bend the boughs, reminding Sansa of nights long ago, of long summers childhood. The day she left Winterfell was the last time she saw snow.The snowflakes weren't as big as they are today, she thought, and when Robb hugged me they melted at his hairline, and Arya's snowball couldn't be more neat.The joy of that morning made her ache.Hu Lun helped her get on the horse, and she rode out of the castle against the fine snow, left her hometown, and ran towards the vast and boundless world.I thought my ballad would begin here, but now it is almost over.

She left the narrow window wide open and began to change clothes.The seven towers surrounding the garden block the mountain wind, but keep the chill from coming.She put on her silk underclothes, linen blouse, and warm blue wool skirt, followed by a pair of stockings, knee boots, thick leather gloves, and a soft white fox cloak with a hood. Snowflakes drifted into the room, and the maid subconsciously wrapped the blanket tightly.Sansa opened the door and went down the spiral staircase.When she then opened the gate to the garden, she couldn't help but hold her breath at the beauty in front of her, amazed at the tranquility that didn't belong to this world.Snowflakes flutter and flutter, the distant fragrance and loneliness, they land heavily and undisturbed.All the colors of the world were defeated and fled without a trace, only black, white and gray: white towers, white snow and white statues, black shadows and black trees, gray sky.A pure world, Sansa thought, a world that is not mine.

She strode out dreamily, her boots making ankle-deep holes in the smooth white snow, but making no sound.She walked through the frosty undergrowth, looking at the thin black trunks, wondering if she was still dreaming.Flying snowflakes are like a lover's gentle kiss, passing across the face and melting due to body temperature.She came to the middle of the garden and stood beside the collapsed, half-buried statue of the Weeping Woman, closed her eyes, and lifted her head to the sky.She smells the dance of snowflakes and tastes the snow.This is the taste of Winterfell, the taste of innocence, the taste of dreams.

When she opened her eyes, she found that she had already knelt down, but she didn't remember what happened.The sky is white and dawn is coming.It's a new day, she thought, pointing to the future.But what she longed for was to go back to the past, and prayed to go back to the past.Whom should she pray to? The little garden was meant to be a godswood, but the soil was too thin and rocky for the weirwood to take root.A godswood without a heart tree, without a god, like me, empty, empty. She picked up a handful of snow, squeezed it between her fingers, and easily squeezed it into a wet ball.Sansa continued to work, fingering, until the snowball was round, white and flawless.One snow in summer, one morning, when she walked out of the main castle, she was ambushed by Arya and Bran.They were each holding a dozen snowballs, but she had none.She couldn't catch Bran standing on top of a closed bridge, so it was her sister who was after her.They ran across the stables and around the kitchen until they were both out of breath.She could have caught Arya, but she slipped and fell on the ice.The younger sister ran over to visit with concern and asked her if she was injured.When Sansa answered "no" honestly, she got another snowball in the face.Not to be outdone, she seized her sister by the thigh and threw it to the ground, pushing snow into her hair, until at last Jory came and parted the giggling sisters.

Now that I have a snowball, what will I do with it? Looking at the poor thing in her hand, she thought sadly, no one here has a snowball fight with me.Sansa let go, and the snowball shattered on the ground.But I could be a snow knight, she decided, or... She quickly pinched three snowballs, put them together, filled them with new snow, and shaped them into cylinders.Then Sansa stood up, and with her little fingernails, she dug holes in the pillars for windows.The battlements at the top were the most difficult. It took her a long time to make the columns look like towers.And the walls, Sansa thought, and the keep.She threw herself into her work feverishly.

The snow falls and the castle rises.She raised two ankle-high walls of snow, the inner wall higher than the outer wall; she built towers and turrets, bastions and staircases; she built a round kitchen, a square armory, and stables on the inside of the west wall .When she started working, she only wanted to build a castle, but in her heart, she always knew that this was actually Winterfell.Beneath the snow she found dead sticks and fallen logs, and she broke off the tops of them to make a godswood.A little bit of bark has become a stele in the cemetery.Gloves and boots were frozen, her fingers were numb, and the soles of her feet were wet and cold, but she didn't care, only the castle.All the buildings are vivid in my mind, as if I left just yesterday.There are steep and winding stone spiral stairs on the outer wall of the library tower; the gate tower is two giant fortresses, with an arch in the center, and countless crenels on the top of the fortress...

While she was doing it, the snow slid down, and soon, the remaining snow piled up next to it was as high as the building itself.As she tapped carefully to trace the sloping roof of the castle hall, a cry came from behind her.She raised her head and saw the maid standing by the window, "Miss, how are you? Have breakfast?" Sansa shook her head and continued to work.This time she added a chimney to the top of the hall where the fireplace is located. Like a thief, dawn sneaks into the small garden.The gray sky continued to brighten, and the branches and bushes showed a dark green color under the snow.The servants walked into the garden and looked at her silently. She didn't look back, so people went back to the warm tower.Lady Lysa, wrapped in blue velvet gowns trimmed with fox fur, stood watching from the balcony, but when she looked up again, her aunt was gone.The scrawny and trembling Maester Komon poked his head out of the crow's nest and looked down for a while, his eyes full of curiosity.

Bridges are always weak.There is an airtight bridge between the armory and the main castle, and another bridge from the fourth floor of the clock tower to the second floor of the crow's nest.But no matter how carefully she thought about it, they just couldn't keep the balance.When the bridge collapsed for the third time, Sansa cursed loudly and sat down in despair. "Wrap snow on the stick, Sansa." She didn't know how long he had been watching, or when he returned to the Eyrie. "Stick?" she asked. "Yes, so as to support the weight of the snow, come," said Petyr, "may I visit your castle, miss?" Sansa said cautiously: "Okay, but don't break it, don't worry..." "...Be careful?" He smiled slightly, "Miss, please put your heart down, Winterfell has defeated countless tough enemies, and I am just a small person. This is Winterfell, am I right?" "Yes." Sansa admitted. He walked along the wall. "For many years, Kate went north with Eddard Stark. I often dreamed of this castle. In my dreams, this is a dark and cold place." "No! It's very warm, no matter how much snow falls outside, the city is always steaming. There are pipes in the walls through which the water from the hot springs flows through the city, and it is always summer in the glass garden." She stood up, Overlooks the majestic White Castle. "But I don't know how to make a glass canopy for the garden." Littlefinger tapped his chin—Lysa had ordered him to shave off his moustache. "Diamond panes, right? All right, get some twig ends, peel them, weave them, and tie them together. I'll do it for you." ’” He walked through the garden, shaking off the snow, looking for twigs and twigs.Afterwards, he strode across the two city walls in one stride, and stepped on the center of the school field.Sansa leaned over to observe, and saw that Petyr's hands were dexterous and steady, and it didn't take long for him to weave countless intersecting grids, which was almost the same as the glass garden in Winterfell. "However, glass can only be imagined." He handed her the finished product and said apologetically. "You made it up really well." She admired. He touched her face, "It's so beautiful." Sansa didn't understand, "What?" "You have a beautiful smile, miss. Let me make another one for you." "is it okay?" "Of course, building a castle for you is my favorite thing, my lady." So she built the walls of the glass garden, and Littlefinger made the roof, and when it was done they worked together to extend it and make the guardhouse.She supported the bridge with wooden sticks, and as he said, it never collapsed again.The First Castle was an old, low, round drum tower, which wasn't difficult to make in itself, but Sansa didn't know what to do with the gargoyles on the raised platform.Petyr helped her again. "Isn't it snowing in the castle, miss?" he pointed out. "What do gargoyles look like in the snow?" Sansa closed her eyes and searched through the memories. "They looked like little white pillars." "Is this not the end? The gargoyle is difficult to make, but the little white pillar is easy." Sure enough. The residual tower was also made.Together they built a slightly sloping tower, then knelt side by side and carefully smoothed it out.When she was done, Sansa poked her finger into the top of the tower, pulled out a little snowflake, and threw it in Petyr's face.He let out a soft cry, and the snowflakes slipped into his collar, "You are bullying me, Miss." "Shouldn't you? When you took me, you promised to take me home." She didn't know where she got the courage to speak to him like this.It is the courage that Winterfell gave me, she thought, and within its walls I have strength. His face turned serious, "Yes, I lied... There is another thing, I lied too." Sansa got a stomach knot, "One more thing?" "I told you that building a castle for you is what I would be most happy about. I lied to you. There is one more thing that makes me happier," he leaned closer, "This." Sansa tried to move away, but he took her hand and kissed her hard.She struggled weakly, but he leaned even tighter, his lips pressed into his lips, swallowing the words, and the tip of his tongue tasted of mint.After a while, she gave in... Then she hurriedly turned her head and broke free, "What are you doing?" Petyr adjusted the cloak. "Kiss my Snow White." "You...you should have kissed her," Sansa glanced uneasily at Lysa's balcony, which was empty, "she's your wife." "I kissed her, Lysa has no reason to complain." He smiled slightly, "You should take a look in the mirror, my lady, you are so beautiful. In the white snow, you are like a cute little bear, and your face Flushed and panting. How long have you been out? It's cold outside, let me warm you up, Sansa. Come on, take off your gloves and give me your hand." "No!" His voice sounded like Marillion's, and she couldn't help but think of the night at the wedding banquet on the seashore, except that this time Rosso Brun couldn't come to rescue her because he belonged to Petyr. "You can't kiss me. Have you forgotten? Yes, I'm your daughter..." "Okay," he admitted lightly, with a regretful smile, "but you are not my daughter, not my real daughter. You are the offspring of Eddard Stark and Kate, but in my eyes, you Prettier than Kate was, really." "Oh, Petyr, please," her voice was weak, "please..." "castle!" There was a childish, high-pitched scream ahead, and Littlefinger moved away from Sansa. "Lord Robert," he bowed curtly, "how can you go out without gloves? You're cold." "Did you make this snow castle, Lord Littlefinger?" "Alayne did most of it, my lord." Sansa added, "I'm building Winterfell." "What is Winterfell?" For an eight-year-old boy, Robert was too small, with mottled skin, wet and sticky eyes, and carried a tattered doll wherever he went. "Winterfell is the Stark castle," Sansa told her fiancé, "the grandest castle in the North." "It looks so small," the boy knelt in front of the gatehouse, "Look, the giant is attacking the city." He put the puppet in the snow and pushed it towards the castle. "Boom, boom, I am an invincible giant," he sang, "Hay, hay, open the door! Teach me to smash it down but I can't live in it." He swung the puppet's legs and knocked down the two sides of the gate a fortress. Sansa couldn't bear it, "Robert, stop!" Instead of listening, he manipulated the puppet to move forward again.The one-foot-long city wall fell down.She stretched out her hand to grab his arm, but it was the puppet that grabbed him. There was a loud "hiss", and the thin cloth strip broke immediately. Somehow, she twisted the puppet's head off.Legs and torso remained in Robert's hands, rags and debris strewn across the snow. Lord Robert's lips trembled. "You—you—you killed him," he wailed, and convulsed.It was weak at first, but after a while, he collapsed on the castle, his limbs twitching violently uncontrollably.The White Tower and the Snow Bridge were blown all over the sky, and Sansa witnessed the destruction of Winterfell with horror, but it was Petyr Baelish who came over and grabbed his stepson's wrist, calling for the Bachelor. Guards and maidservants rushed to restrain the sick boy, and Maester Komon appeared soon after.For everyone in the Eyrie, Lord Robert Arryn's epilepsy had long been commonplace, and Lady Lysa had trained everyone to have a conditioned reflex whenever the child cried.The bachelor pressed the little duke's head, murmured comforting words, and fed half a glass of sleeping wine.Slowly, Robert's seizures weakened and finally stopped, except for the slight shaking of his hands. "Take him to my room," Kemeng told the guards, "I'll suck some blood with leeches later." "It's all my fault," said Sansa, showing the puppet's head. "I broke his toy. But I didn't mean to, I..." "Your Excellency the Duke has demolished the castle," Petyr explained. "It was the giant," the little boy whimpered, "it wasn't me, it was the giant who brought the castle down. She, she killed him! I hate her! She's a bastard, I hate her! I don't want to be Blood sucking!" "My lord, there is poison in your blood," said Maestro Komon. "The poison makes you angry and trembling. Come quickly, be obedient." They took the boy.This is my husband, Sansa thought indifferently, looking at the ruins of Winterfell.The snow had stopped, but the atmosphere was even colder.She wondered if Lord Robert would tremble at the wedding too.At least Joffrey was in good health.A fit of inexplicable rage seized her, and she picked up a broken branch, passed it through the puppet's head, and stuck it on the ruined gatehouse of Winterfell.The servants were all petrified, only Littlefinger laughed, "If the story is true, this is not the first giant's head to hang on the walls of Winterfell." "Stories are just stories after all." She dropped the words and left him. Back in the room, Sansa immediately took off her wet cloak and boots, and sat down by the fire.She didn't dare to take chances. Today's incident must be inseparable.Maybe Lady Lysa will throw me out of town too.My aunt was always harsh on anyone who dared to offend—and nothing annoyed her more than bullying her son. Just go, the Gate of the Moon is much bigger and more lively than the Eagle's Nest City.Lord Nestor Royce was grumpy and severe, but the castle was actually headed by his daughter Miranda, who was praised by everyone for being cheerful and cheerful.Even Sansa's illegitimate status will not cause too much trouble. Isn't King Robert's illegitimate daughter also serving below? It is said that she and Miss Miranda are good friends, as close as sisters. I will tell my aunt that I do not want to marry Robert.Not even the Archbishop can compel a woman to take her marriage vows.Although my aunt looks down on me, I am not a beggar.I am already thirteen years old, have menstruation, become a woman, and will inherit Winterfell and the North in the future.Although she felt sorry for her little cousin, she absolutely couldn't imagine making him her husband.Better to stay with Tyrion than with him.Just tell Lady Lysa this, and she'll drive me away... I'll be far away from Robert's bad temper, epilepsy, and sticky eyes, from Marillion's gaze, from Petyr's kiss .I'm going to tell her.I'm going to tell her! It was not until the afternoon that Lady Lysa's call came slowly.Sansa encouraged herself all day long, but when Marillian appeared at the door, all doubts rushed out like a bursting embankment. "Lady Lysa is waiting for you in the hall," said the singer, undressing her with his eyes.She's used to it. There was no doubt that Marillion was good-looking: young and slender, with smooth skin, sandy hair, and a charming smile—but he was the most hated person in the Vale after his aunt and young Lord Robert.From the servants, Sansa learned that she was far from the first woman he had raped, and that others had no protection from Lothor Brune.Lady Lysa would not allow anyone to gossip about the singer, and from the day he came to the Eyrie, he was his aunt's favourite.Every night, he sang lullabies to lullaby to lull Lord Robert to sleep, and before his aunt drove, he sat on the suitors.Lady Lysa not only gave him a lot of money, but also various gifts: expensive clothes, gold arm rings, a moonstone-studded belt and a horse, and even the falcon, which was her ex-husband's favorite, was also given to him.Marillion was always respectful in front of Lady Lysa, but extremely arrogant and domineering when Lady Lysa was not present. "Thank you," Sansa said stiffly, "I'll be right there." He didn't leave, "Madam asked me to escort you." Escort me? Something's not right. "You are not a guard." Littlefinger dismissed the former captain of the guards of the Eagle's Nest City and replaced him with Ser Lothor Brune. "Oh, you need protection?" Marillion said softly, "No problem, I just wrote a song, a sweet and sad song, which must melt your cold heart. I named it 'Roadside' Rose'... an illegitimate daughter of incomparable beauty, who fascinates every man." I am a member of the Stark family in Winterfell, not some illegitimate daughter, Sansa really wanted to shout back.But she dared not, so she just nodded and let him escort her down the tower steps and across a bridge.During the time in Eagle's Nest City, the hall had never been opened. I don't know why my aunt summoned her in the hall now.She would rather have gone to her aunt's cozy study, or to Lord Arryn's comfortable audience room, with the mighty waterfall of Alyssa's Tears still to be seen. Outside the finely carved wooden door of the hall, stood two guards wearing sky-blue cloaks and holding spears, one on the left and one on the right. "No one should interrupt Alayne and Lady Lysa while they are talking," Marillian instructed. "Yes." The guard let them in, then crossed their spears and sealed the door.After closing the door, Marillian thrust a third spear into the door—this one was longer and heavier than the guard's weapon—and locked it securely. Sansa became more and more disturbed, "What are you doing?" "Shh, Ma'am is waiting for you." She looked around uncertainly.Lady Lysa sat on a high dais in her high-backed weirwood throne, alone in the hall.To her right was another taller throne, covered with thick blue cushions, but Lord Robert was not there.Sansa hoped that his condition would improve, but did not want to ask Marillion. She walked on the blue silk carpet, flanked by rows of beams as slender as spears.The floor and walls of the hall are made of milky white blue marble, and a bit of lazy and pale sunlight comes in through the narrow arched windows on the east wall.Between the windows, torches stood on high iron pedestals, but there was no light.The carpet drowned out the sound of footsteps, and the cold wind whistled lonely outside the window. The marble was so white that even the reflected sunlight seemed a bit chilly, but... it wasn't half as cold as my aunt's.Lady Lysa wore a cream velvet dress and a necklace of sapphires and moonstones. Her auburn hair was tied in a thick braid that fell over her left shoulder.She sat on the throne, staring at the approaching niece, her face covered in powder was flushed and fat.On the wall behind her hung a huge banner depicting House Arryn with a white crescent moon and falcon against the blue sky. Sansa stopped in front of the high platform and bowed her knees, "Ma'am, I have come as you ordered." The wind grew louder, and Marillian flicked the harp at the end of the hall. "I can see it," said Lady Lysa coldly. Sansa straightened the folds of her skirt, "Is Lord Robert better? I didn't mean to tear his puppet, really, he broke my snow castle, I..." "Why, back to the little girl's house?" said the aunt. "I won't tell you about Robert's toys. I saw him kiss you." As soon as these words came out, the chill in the hall suddenly increased, and the walls, floors, and beams seemed to have all turned into black ice. "He kissed me." Lysa's nostrils flared. "Why did he do that? He's got a wife who loves him with all his heart, a real woman, not a little girl. He doesn't need you. Confess, boy, you're seducing him." , repent immediately." Sansa took a step back in shock, "That's not the case." "Want to run? Guilty? Debauchery must be punished, but I won't make it difficult for you. In accordance with the customs of the Free Cities, we have prepared a stand-in child for Robert. Whenever Robert is at fault—he has a very bad temper." Slender, can't stand punishment—just whip him. I'll find a girl for you as a substitute, but you have to confess the crime yourself first. I can't bear others to lie, Alian." "I was building a snow castle," Sansa said. "Lord Petyr came to help and kissed me. That's how it is." "Have you no shame at all?" said my aunt sharply. "You still think me a fool? Don't you? Don't you? It seems you do think me a fool. Well, well, I tell you, I don't Silly. Do you think that you are young and beautiful, and that no man can resist your magic? Don't think I didn't see the way you stared at Marillian! Tell you, little guy, there is nothing in the Eyrie that escapes me eyes, and I've seen you before. Don't think you can win Petyr's favor with big eyes and a lewd smile, he's mine, he's mine," she stood up abruptly, "you all Want to steal him away from me. Father, my husband, your mother... especially Caitlin, she also loves to kiss Petyr, yes, yes." Sansa took another step back. "My mother?" "Yes, your mother, your precious mother, my lovely sister Catelyn. Don't put on a semblance of sanctity and innocence, you cruel little liar. She's used Petyr as a toy all these years at Riverrun." She teased his feelings with smiles and soft words and lascivious glances, and poor Petyr couldn't sleep at night." "No," my mother is dead, and Sansa just wants to scream, she's still your sister, how can you say that about her? "She can't do it, she won't do it." "How do you know? Have you seen it with your own eyes?" Lysa left the throne and stepped down, her skirts fluttering. "When the two lords Bracken and Blackwood came to ask my father to arbitrate the dispute, were you there? That night, Lord Bracken Catelyn and Petyr did six dances, six! I counted them all. When the two adults started arguing, my father took them to a private discussion, so no one controlled us. Drinking. Edmure was so drunk, he was so young at the time—and Petyr, he tried to kiss your mother, but she pushed him away, and she laughed at him, his expression hurts, my lungs Pissed off. Then he got himself drunk and slumped over the table, and Uncle Brynden got him back to the bedroom before my dad found out. You, you don't remember a thing, do you?" She raged Staring at the niece, "Really?" Was she drunk or mad? "I wasn't even born, ma'am." "You were not born, but I was there. Don't think you can fool me, I know the truth, and you kissed him!" "He kissed me," Sansa insisted, "I didn't think—" "Shut up, I won't let you talk. You seduced him like your mother did that night with a smile and a dance. Do you think I forgot all about it? No, no, I went to his room that night, Gave him the comfort you can't give. I bled, but it was sweet pain. He said he loved me, but called me 'Kate' and fell asleep. Even so, I didn't leave until dawn .Your mother is sorry for him, he won't even give the token for his own duel with Brandon Stark. But I will give him the token, I will give him everything, and now he is mine, not Catelyn Yes, not yours!" All of Sansa's resolve melted before her aunt's face contorted with rage.Lysa Arryn was almost as scary as Queen Cersei was. "He's yours, ma'am," she tried to say with meek remorse. "May I go?" "You can't go," said the aunt's breath with the taste of wine. "If you were someone else, I would have taught me to be useless. I will send you to Baron Nestor at the Gate of the Moon, or even to the Five Fingers. Would you like Spend all your life on that bleak shore, with the wind howling jagged rocks, the shrews and the sheep shit? That's what my father did to Petyr. Everyone thought it was because of him and Brandon Smith. Tuck’s stupid duel, that’s not the case. My father said, I should thank God that a famous lord like Jon Arryn is willing to marry a woman who has been bloomed, but in fact all he wants is his father’s army I have to marry Jon, otherwise my father will reject me like his brother Brynden, but in my heart, I only love Petyr! I have said so much to let you understand , how deep is the love between us, how many ups and downs and tortures we have experienced between us. There was even a child between us, a very sweet little baby." Lysa rubbed her hands on her stomach, like a child still inside. "They stole my baby back then, and I swear to God I will never let this happen again. Jon wanted to send my little dear Robert to Dragonstone, and the drunken king wanted to adopt him in a whimsical way." To Cersei Lannister, I will never allow... I will never allow you to steal my littlefinger Petyr again. Do you hear me? Alayne, Sansa...whatever your name , listen to me! Remember to me!" "Yes, I swear, I'll never kiss him again...or...or...or seduce him," Sansa decided to follow her aunt's lead. "Finally admit it? As I expected, you are this kind of thing, just like your mother." Lysa grabbed her wrist, "Come with me, I'll show you something." "It hurts," Sansa squirmed. "Please, Aunt Lysa, I really didn't do anything, I swear!" Her aunt paid no attention to her protest. "Marillian!" she cried, "where are you, Marillian! where are you!?" The singer stayed cautiously at the end of the hall at first, but rushed over when Madam Lysa called, "What do you want Madam Lysa to do?" "Sing us a song, just 'Women and Hypocrites.'" Marillian plucked the strings, "It's the rainy season—my lord is going to ride a horse, hey—hey, hey—hey, hey—hey—hey—" Lady Lysa yanked Sansa's arm, and she had to follow or be dragged away, so she obeyed.When they reached the middle of the hall, they saw a narrow weirwood door in the marble wall between two slender beams.It was closed tightly with three heavy bronze bars, but Sansa could hear the wind squeal through the cracks.She looked up and saw the crescent moon carved in white wood on the door, and stopped immediately. "This is the moon gate," she tried desperately to step back, "why did you bring me to the moon gate?" "Are you scared now? Cowardly like a mouse! How dare you be so bold in the garden? You behaved like a coward this morning!" "The rainy season—women sew," sang Marillion, "hi-no, hi-no, hi-no-hi-" "Open the door," Lysa ordered, "open it for me, or I'll send the guards in." She pushed Sansa forward. "Your mother at least has the courage to open the door for me!" If I do, I'll be pushed down.But Sansa lifted a bronze latch anyway, pulled it out, and threw it on the marble floor.Then came the second one, and the third one... Just as she stretched out her hand, she heard a "bang", and the heavy wooden door was blown in by the wind, smashing hard against the wall.The door frame was covered with snow, and the cold wind continuously poured frost into the hall, Sansa shivered.She wanted to back away, but her aunt refused. Instead, she clasped her wrists, locked them behind her back, and forcibly pushed her towards the door. Outside the door, there is only blue sky, white snow and emptiness. "Look down," said Lady Lysa, "Look down!" She struggled again, but her aunt's fingers gripped her arm like sharp claws and pushed her forward.Sansa screamed and stepped on a patch of snow with her left foot, which slid down and disappeared without a trace.Obviously, there is nothing but air in front of you, and a full six hundred feet below is the Changtian Fortress built against the mountain. "No!" she wailed. "It's horrible!" Behind him, Marillian was still playing the wood harp and singing: "Hey-hey, hey-hey, hey-hey-hey-" "Don't you want to go? Huh?" "No." Sansa struggled to get her footing and tried to squeeze in, but her aunt wouldn't budge. "I don't want to go out like this, I didn't mean that, please..." She fumbled with her hands, trying to grab the door frame, but she couldn't reach it, instead, her feet began to slip on the smooth marble floor.Lady Lysa continued to push her forward relentlessly, and her aunt was at least three stone heavier than her. "On the haystacks—women are kissed," Marillian sang.In fear, Sansa writhed hysterically to the side, inadvertently stepping one foot in the air, causing her to scream. "Hey—hey, hey—hey, hey—hey, hey—" The wind blew up her skirt, biting her bare thighs with cold teeth, and flakes of snow melted on her cheeks.Sansa clawed at Lysa's thick red-brown braids with her hands, pulling them tight. "My hair," screamed the aunt this time, "let go of my hair!" she whimpered and trembled.Two women wrestle on the edge of a cliff.In the distance, there was the faint sound of guards knocking on the door with spears, and Marillion stopped singing. "Lysa! What are you doing?" A loud shout stopped the aunt from whimpering and panting, and the sound of hurried footsteps echoed in the empty hall, "Come back! Lysa, what do you want?" The guards were still banging on the door , but Littlefinger took a shortcut to break in, using the lord's passage behind the high platform. When Lysa turned around, she let go of her hand, and Sansa quickly broke free, kneeling on the floor exhausted.Seeing her, Petyr Baelish stopped immediately, "Alayne, what happened?" "It was her," Lysa said, holding up a handful of Sansa's hair. "It was her fault. She kissed you!" "Please tell her," begged Sansa, "that we're only building castles..." "Shut up!" my aunt screamed. "You have no right to intervene here! The White Walkers care about your castle." “她还是个孩子，莱莎，她是凯特的女儿啊。你怎能这么做呢?” “我打算让她嫁给劳勃!臭女人，非但没有感激，还……还做这种出格的事! 她不能吻你，不该吻你! 我要教训她，是的，教训她!” “我明白了，”他敲敲下巴，“你在给她上课，而她也充分认识到错误，并且会加以改正。是不是啊，阿莲?” “是的，”珊莎抽抽噎噎地回答，“我会改正。” “我不要留她在这里，”姨妈眼中闪烁着泪花，“你为什么要带她回谷地，培提尔? 这里不欢迎她，她也不属于这里。” “是，我们这就送她走，奸不好? 要不，马上安排把她送回君临，”他上前一步，“但先将人扶起来，门边太危险，若有个三长两短……” “不行!”莱莎又拧住了珊莎的脑袋。飞雪在身边徘徊旋转，两个女人的裙服剧烈拍打。“你不能要她。你不能这么做。她只是个又蠢又笨的小女孩，也根本不可能像我这么爱你。我一直都爱着你，也证明过很多次，难道不是吗?”串串热泪夺眶而出，滚下姨妈肥胖的红脸颊。“我不仅把贞操给了你，还打算给你一个儿子，是他们，是他们用月茶打掉的——艾菊、薄荷与苦艾，外加一匙蜂蜜与一滴薄荷油——不是我!我甚至根本不知道这回事!父亲给我喝什么，我就……” “都过去了，莱莎，不要胡思乱想，霍斯特大人走了，他的老学士也走了，”小指头继续靠近，“你又喝酒了吗? 别多话，有的东西，怎能随便在阿莲面前讲呢? 怎能教马瑞里安知道呢?” 莱莎夫人毫不理会，“凯特什么也没给过你。是我给了你第一次，是我要琼恩带你进宫，如此方能时时见面。你指天发誓不会忘记我的情意。” “我没有忘。我们如今不是在一起了么?正如你所盼望的，从此永不分离。来吧，放开珊莎的头发……” “我不要!我看见你在雪地里吻了她。她和她妈是一个模子打出来的，甚至比她妈更妩媚。凯特琳的确在神木林中吻过你，可她没有情意，她不要你! 你为什么总忘不了她? 你爱的应该是我，应该是我我我我我!” “我明白，我明白，我爱你，”他又跨出一步，“我不是赶来了么。快来吧，到我身边来，来吧，”他伸出双臂，“擦干眼泪，开开心心。” “眼泪，眼泪，眼泪，”姨妈歇斯底里地号哭，“擦干眼泪……可在君临，你却不是这样讲的。你要我把'泪珠'放进琼恩喝的葡萄酒里，我乖乖照办，满心以为这是为了劳勃，为了我们的未来! 我写信给凯特琳，谎称是兰尼斯特家谋害了我丈夫，你怎么说，我怎么做。这办法很聪明……你总是很聪明，我告诉过父亲，我对他说，培提尔是个聪明伶俐的小伙子，总有一天会出人头地，他会的，他会的!他是那么的可爱、温柔，而我肚中有他的孩子……你为什么要吻她?究竟是为什么?经历了这么多年的折磨、苦难、挣扎和思念，我们好不容易才走到一起，为什么你还要吻她她她她她? ” “莱莎，”培提尔长叹一声，“既然你知道，我们挺过了这么多风雨，为何就不肯信任我呢? 我发誓，我们活多久，我就会守着你多久，形影不离，唯愿能白头偕老，做一对快活夫妻。” “真的，”她边哭边问，“噢，真的?” “当然是真的。快来吧，放开那孩子，过来给我一个热切的吻吧。” 莱莎飞奔上前，撞进小指头怀中，痛哭流涕。趁他们拥抱时，珊莎手脚并用地爬离月门，抱紧旁边的梁柱。她的心脏狂跳不止，长发被风雪覆盖，左脚没了靴子。一定是挣扎时掉下去了，想到生死竟在一线之间，她不禁战栗地把柱子抱得更紧。 小指头让莱莎在胸前哭泣良久，方才挽住她的手，轻轻吻她的脸颊。“我可爱、无知又善吃飞醋的老婆啊，”他咯咯笑道，“你难道不明白，我一生中只爱过一个女人吗?” 莱莎夫人破涕而笑，“只爱一个?噢，培提尔，你肯发誓?只爱一个?” “只爱凯特。”说完，他急促用力地向前一推。 莱莎踉跄后退，鞋子在湿润的大理石地板上打滑，突然间，整个人便消失了。她没有发出尖叫，很长时间里，唯有寒风在无尽地呼啸。 马瑞里安气喘吁吁，“你……你……” 守卫们在厅外大声叫喊，用矛柄猛烈撞门。培提尔公爵扶珊莎起来。“没伤着吧?”见她摇头，他接着吩咐，“那就快跑，把守卫都放进来。快，快去，一刻都不能耽误。这个流氓歌手竟然谋杀了我的夫人。”