grrm.astormofswords-第20章

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eturned　to　King's　Landing；　leading　the　vanguard　of　his　father's　host。　For　a　moment　she　did　not　know　what　to　say。　〃Ser　Loras；〃　she　finally　managed；　〃you　。　。　。　you　look　so　lovely。〃
　He　gave　her　a　puzzled　smile。　〃My　lady　is　too　kind。　And　beautiful　besides。　My　sister　awaits　you　eagerly。〃
　〃I　have　so　looked　forward　to　our　supper。〃
　〃As　has　Margaery；　and　my　lady　grandmother　as　well。〃　He　took　her　arm　and　led　her　toward　the　steps。
　〃Your　grandmother？〃　Sansa　was　finding　it　hard　to　walk　and　talk　and　think　all　at　the　same　time；　with　Ser　Loras　touching　her　arm。　She　could　feel　the　warmth　of　his　hand　through　the　silk。
　〃Lady　Olenna。　She　is　to　sup　with　you　as　well。〃
　〃Oh；〃　said　Sansa。　I　am　talking　to　him；　and　he's　touching　me；　he's　holding　my　arm　and　touching　me。　〃The　Queen　of　Thorns；　she's　called。　Isn't　that　right？〃
　〃It　is。〃　Ser　Loras　laughed。　He　has　the　warmest　laugh；　she　thought　as　he　went　on；　〃You'd　best　not　use　that　name　in　her　presence；　though；　or　you're　like　to　get　pricked。〃
　Sansa　reddened。　Any　fool　would　have　realized　that　no　woman　would　be　happy　about　being　called　〃the　Queen　of　Thorns。〃　Maybe　I　truly　am　as　stupid　as　Cersei　Lannister　says。　Desperately　she　tried　to　think　of　something　clever　and　charming　to　say　to　him；　but　her　wits　had　deserted　her。　She　almost　told　him　how　beautiful　he　was；　until　she　remembered　that　she'd　already　done　that。
　He　was　beautiful；　though。　He　seemed　taller　than　he'd　been　when　she'd　first　met　him；　but　still　so　lithe　and　graceful；　and　Sansa　had　never　seen　another　boy　with　such　wonderful　eyes。　He's　no　boy；　though；　he's　a　man　grown；　a　knight　of　the　Kingsguard。　She　thought　he　looked　even　finer　in　white　than　in　the　greens　and　golds　of　House　Tyrell。　The　only　spot　of　color　on　him　now　was　the　brooch　that　clasped　his　cloak；　the　rose　of　Highgarden　wrought　in　soft　yellow　gold；　nestled　in　a　bed　of　delicate　green　jade　leaves。
　Ser　Balon　Swann　held　the　door　of　Maegor's　for　them　to　pass。　He　was　all　in　white　as　well；　though　he　did　not　wear　it　half　so　well　as　Ser　Loras。　Beyond　the　spiked　moat；　two　dozen　men　were　taking　their　practice　with　sword　and　shield。　With　the　castle　so　crowded；　the　outer　ward　had　been　given　over　to　guests　to　raise　their　tents　and　pavilions；　leaving　only　the　smaller　inner　yards　for　training。　One　of　the　Redwyne　twins　was　being　driven　backward　by　Ser　Tallad；　with　the　eyes　on　his　shield。　Chunky　Ser　Kennos　of　Kayce；　who　chuffed　and　puffed　every　time　he　raised　his　longsword；　seemed　to　be　holding　his　own　against　Osney　Kettleblack；　but　Osney's　brother　Ser　Osfryd　was　savagely　punishing　the　frog…faced　squire　Morros　Slynt。　Blunted　swords　or　no；　Slynt　would　have　a　rich　crop　of　bruises　by　the　morrow。　It　made　Sansa　wince　Just　to　watch。　They　have　scarcely　finished　burying　the　dead　from　the　last　battle；　and　already　they　are　practicing　for　the　next　one。
　On　the　edge　of　the　yard；　a　lone　knight　with　a　pair　of　golden　roses　on　his　shield　was　holding　off　three　foes。　Even　as　they　watched；　he　caught　one　of　them　alongside　the　head；　knocking　him　senseless。　〃Is　that　your　brother？〃　Sansa　asked。
　〃It　is；　my　lady；〃　said　Ser　Loras。　〃Garlan　often　trains　against　three　men；　or　even　four。　In　battle　it　is　seldom　one　against　one；　he　says；　so　he　likes　to　be　prepared。〃
　〃He　must　be　very　brave。〃
　〃He　is　a　great　knight；〃　Ser　Loras　replied。　〃A　better　sword　than　me；　in　truth；　though　I'm　the　better　lance。〃
　〃I　remember；〃　said　Sansa。　〃You　ride　wonderfully；　ser。〃
　〃My　lady　is　gracious　to　say　so。　When　has　she　seen　me　ride？〃
　〃At　the　Hand's　tourney；　don't　you　remember？　You　rode　a　white　courser；　and　your　armor　was　a　hundred　different　kinds　of　flowers。　You　gave　me　a　rose。　A　red　rose。　You　threw　white　roses　to　the　other　girls　that　day。〃　It　made　her　flush　to　speak　of　it。　〃You　said　no　victory　was　half　as　beautiful　as　me。〃
　Ser　Loras　gave　her　a　modest　smile。　〃I　spoke　only　a　simple　truth；　that　any　man　with　eyes　could　see。〃
　He　doesn't　remember；　Sansa　realized；　startled。　He　is　only　being　kind　to　me；　he　doesn't　remember　me　or　the　rose　or　any　of　it。　She　had　been　so　certain　that　it　meant　something；　that　it　meant　everything。　A　red　rose；　not　a　white。　〃It　was　after　you　unhorsed　Ser　Robar　Royce；〃　she　said；　desperately。
　He　took　his　hand　from　her　arm。　〃I　slew　Robar　at　Storm's　End；　my　lady。〃　It　was　not　a　boast；　he　sounded　sad。
　Him；　and　another　of　King　Renly's　Rainbow　Guard　as　well；　yes。　Sansa　had　heard　the　women　talking　of　it　round　the　well；　but　for　a　moment　she'd　forgotten。　〃That　was　when　Lord　Renly　was　killed；　wasn't　it？　How　terrible　for　your　poor　sister。〃
　〃For　Margaery？〃　His　voice　was　tight。　〃To　be　sure。　She　was　at　Bitterbridge；　though。　She　did　not　see。〃
　〃Even　so；　when　she　heard　。　。　。〃
　Ser　Loras　brushed　the　hilt　of　his　sword　lightly　with　his　hand。　Its　grip　was　white　leather；　its　pommel　a　rose　in　alabaster。　〃Renly　is　dead。　Robar　as　well。　What　use　to　speak　of　them？〃
　The　sharpness　in　his　tone　took　her　aback。　〃I　。　。　。　my　lord；　I　。　。　。　I　did　not　mean　to　give　offense；　ser。〃
　〃Nor　could　you；　Lady　Sansa；〃　Ser　Loras　replied；　but　all　the　warmth　had　gone　from　his　voice。　Nor　did　he　take　her　arm　again。
　They　ascended　the　serpentine　steps　in　a　deepening　silence。
　Oh；　why　did　I　have　to　mention　Ser　Robar？　Sansa　thought。　I've　ruined　everything。　He　is　angry　with　me　now　She　tried　to　think　of　something　she　might　say　to　make　amends；　but　all　the　words　that　came　to　her　were　lame　and　weak。　Be　quiet；　or　you　will　only　make　it　worse；　she　told　herself。
　Lord　Mace　Tyrell　and　his　entourage　had　been　housed　behind　the　royal　sept；　in　the　long　slate…roofed　keep　that　had　been　called　the　Maidenvault　since　King　Baelor　the　Blessed　had　confined　his　sisters　therein；　so　the　sight　of　them　might　not　tempt　him　into　carnal　thoughts。　Outside　its　tall　carved　doors　stood　two　guards　in　gilded　halffielms　and　green　cloaks　edged　in　gold　satin；　the　golden　rose　of　Highgarden　sewn　on　their　breasts。　Both　were　seven…footers；　wide　of　shoulder　and　narrow　of　waist；　magnificently　muscled。　When　Sansa　got　close　enough　to　see　their　faces；　she　could　not　tell　one　from　the　other。　They　had　the　same　strong　jaws；　the　same　deep　blue　eyes；　the　same　thick　red　mustaches。　〃Who　are　they？〃　she　asked　Ser　Loras；　her　disfit　forgotten　for　a　moment。
　〃My　grandmother's　personal　guard；〃　he　told　her。　〃Their　mother　named　them　Erryk　and　Arryk；　but　Grandmother　can't　tell　them　apart；　so　she　calls　them　Left　and　Right。〃
　Left　and　Right　opened　the　doors；　and　Margaery　Tyrell　herself　emerged　and　swept　down　the　short　flight　of　steps　to　greet　them。　〃Lady　Sansa；〃　she　called；　〃I'm　so　pleased　you　came。　Be　wele。〃
　Sansa　knelt　at　the　feet　of　her　future　queen。　〃You　do　me　great　honor；　Your　Grace。〃
　〃Won't　you　call　me　Margaery？　Please；　rise。　Loras；　help　the　Lady　Sansa　to　her　feet。　Might　I　call　you　Sansa？〃
　〃If　it　please　you。〃　Ser　Loras　helped　her　up。
　Margaery　dismissed　him　with　a　sisterly　kiss；　and　took　Sansa　by　the　hand。　〃e；　my　grandmother　awaits；　and　she　is　not　the　most　patient　of　ladies。〃
　A　fire　was　crackling　in　the　hearth；　and　sweet…swelling　rushes　had　been　scattered　on　the　floor。　Around　the　long　trestle　table　a　dozen　women　were　seated。
　Sansa　recognized　only　Lord　Tyrell's　tall；　dignified　wife；　Lady　Alerie；　whose　long　silvery　braid　was　bound　with　jeweled　rings。　Margaery　performed　the　other　introductions。　There　were　three　Tyrell　cousins；　Megga　and　Alla　and　Elinor；　all　close　to　Sansa's　age。　Buxom　Lady　Janna　was　Lord　Tyrell's　sister；　and　wed　to　one　of　the　green…apple　Fossoways；　dainty；　bright…eyed　Lady　Leonette　was　a　Fossoway　as　well；　and　wed　to　Ser　Garlan。　Septa　Nysterica　had　a　homely　pox…scarred　face　but　seemed　jolly。　Pale；　elegant　Lady　Graceford　was　with　child；　and　Lady　Bulwer　was　a　child；　no　more　than　eight。　And　〃Merry〃　was　what　she　was　to　call　boisterous　plump　Meredyth　Crane；　but　most　definitely　not　Lady　Merryweather；　a　sultry　black…eyed　Myrish　beauty。
　Last　of　all；　Margaery　brought　her　before　the　wizened　white…haired　doll　of　a　woman　at　the　head　of　the　table。　〃I　am　honored　to　present　my　grandmother　the　Lady　Olenna；　widow　to　the　late　Luthor　Tyrell；　Lord　of　Highgarden；　whose　memory　is　a　fort　to　us　all。〃
　The　old　woman　smelled　of　rosewater。　Why；　she's　just　the　littlest　bit　of　a　thing。　There　was　nothing　the　least　bit　thorny　about　her。　〃Kiss　me；　child；〃　Lady　Olenna　said；　tugging　at　Sansa'