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15_Juego de tronos_Sansa I

 ¿Y tú quién eres, chico? —preguntó en un tono imperioso que no delataba que el otro le llevaba un año.

  —Mycah —murmuró el muchacho. Reconoció al príncipe y bajó la vista—. Mi señor.

  —Es el hijo del carnicero —dijo Sansa.

 —Es mi amigo —intervino Arya con tono brusco—. Déjalo en paz.

  —El hijo de un carnicero y quiere ser caballero, ¿eh? —Joffrey desmontó, espada en mano—. Recoge tu espada, carnicero —dijo; le brillaban los ojos de diversión—. A ver qué tal lo haces. —Mycah se quedó paralizado de miedo. Joffrey avanzó hacia él—.Venga, que la cojas te he dicho. ¿O es que sólo peleas con niñas?

  —Me lo pidió ella, mi señor —dijo Mycah—. ¡Me lo pidió ella! A Sansa le bastó mirar el rostro congestionado de Arya para saber que el chico decía la verdad, pero Joffrey no estaba en disposición de escuchar nada. El vino lo hacía aún más audaz —¿Coges tu espada o no?

  —No es más que un palo, mi señor —dijo Mycah con un gesto de negación—. No es una espada. Sólo es un palo.

“I hit him,” she said, wonder in her voice. Now that it was over, it seemed like some strange dream that she had dreamed.

“Ser Jorah, do you think…he’ll be so angry when he gets back…” She shivered.

“I woke the dragon, didn’t I?”

Ser Jorah snorted. “Can you wake the dead, girl?

“Your brother Rhaegar was the last dragon, and he died on the Trident. Viserys is less than the shadow of a snake.”

His blunt words startled her. It seemed as though all the things she had always believed were suddenly called into question.

“You…you swore him your sword…”

“I shall kill the Usurper myself,” he promised, who had never killed anyone, “as he killed my brother Rhaegar. And Lannister too, the Kingslayer, for what he did to my father.”

“That would be most fitting,” Magister Illyrio said. Dany saw the smallest hint of a smile playing around his full lips, but her brother did not notice.

Sansa regarded her scrawny little sister in disbelief. “You can’t look for rubies, the princess is expecting us. The queen invited us both.”

“I don’t care,” Arya said. “The wheelhouse doesn’t even have windows, you can’t see a thing.”

“What could you want to see?” Sansa said, annoyed. She had been thrilled by the invitation, and her stupid sister was going to ruin everything, just as she’d feared. “It’s all just fields and farms and holdfasts.”

“It is not,” Arya said stubbornly. “If you came with us sometimes, you’d see.”

“I hate riding,” Sansa said fervently. “All it does is get you soiled and dusty and sore.”

“Shouldn’t we be starting back?” she asked.

“Soon,” Joffrey said.

“The battleground is right up ahead, where the river bends. That was where my father killed Rhaegar Targaryen, you know.

“He smashed in his chest, crunch, right through the armor.” Joffrey swung an imaginary warhammer to show her how it was done.