grrm.astormofswords-第273章

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so　there　was　no　one　to　stop　us　drinking。　Edmure　got　drunk；　young　as　he　was　。　。　。　and　Petyr　tried　to　kiss　your　mother；　only　she　pushed　him　away。　She　laughed　at　him。　He　looked　so　wounded　I　thought　my　heart　would　burst；　and　afterward　he　drank　until　he　passed　out　at　the　table。　Uncle　Brynden　carried　him　up　to　bed　before　my　father　could　find　him　like　that。　But　you　remember　none　of　it；　do　you？〃　She　looked　down　angrily。　〃Do　you？〃
　Is　she　drunk；　or　mad？　〃I　was　not　born；　my　lady。〃
　〃You　were　not　born。　But　I　was；　so　do　not　presume　to　tell　what　is　true。　I　know　what　is　true。　You　kissed　him！〃
　〃He　kissed　me；〃　Sansa　insisted　again。　〃I　never　wanted　。　。　。〃
　〃Be　quiet；　I　haven't　given　you　leave　to　speak。　You　enticed　him；　just　as　your　mother　did　that　night　in　Riverrun；　with　her　smiles　and　her　dancing。　You　think　I　could　forget？　That　was　the　night　I　stole　up　to　his　bed　to　give　him　fort。　I　bled；　but　it　was　the　sweetest　hurt。　He　told　me　he　loved　me　then；　but　he　called　me　Cat；　just　before　he　fell　back　to　sleep。　Even　so；　I　stayed　with　him　until　the　sky　began　to　lighten。　Your　mother　did　not　deserve　him。　She　would　not　even　give　him　her　favor　to　wear　when　he　fought　Brandon　Stark。　I　would　have　given　him　my　favor。　I　gave　him　everything。　He　is　mine　now。　Not　Catelyn's　and　not　yours。〃
　All　of　Sansa's　resolve　had　withered　in　the　face　of　her　aunt's　onslaught。　Lysa　Arryn　was　frightening　her　as　much　as　Queen　Cersei　ever　had。　〃He's　yours；　my　lady；〃　she　said；　trying　to　sound　meek　and　contrite。　〃May　I　have　your　leave　to　go？〃
　〃You　may　not。〃　Her　aunt's　breath　smelled　of　wine。　〃If　you　were　anyone　else；　I　would　banish　you。　Send　you　down　to　Lord　Nestor　at　the　Gates　of　the　Moon；　or　back　to　the　Fingers。　How　would　you　like　to　spend　your　life　on　that　bleak　shore；　surrounded　by　slatterns　and　sheep　pellets？　That　was　what　my　father　meant　for　Petyr。　Everyone　thought　it　was　because　of　that　stupid　duel　with　Brandon　Stark；　but　that　wasn't　so。　Father　said　I　ought　to　thank　the　gods　that　so　great　a　lord　as　Jon　Arryn　was　willing　to　take　me　soiled；　but　I　knew　it　was　only　for　the　swords。　I　had　to　marry　Jon；　or　my　father　would　have　turned　me　out　as　he　did　his　brother；　but　it　was　Petyr　I　was　meant　for。　I　am　telling　you　all　this　so　you　will　understand　how　much　we　love　each　other；　how　long　we　have　suffered　and　dreamed　of　one　another。　We　made　a　baby　together；　a　precious　little　baby。〃　Lysa　put　her　hands　flat　against　her　belly；　as　if　the　child　was　still　there。　〃When　they　stole　him　from　me；　I　made　a　promise　to　myself　that　I　would　never　let　it　happen　again。　Jon　wished　to　send　my　sweet　Robert　to　Dragonstone；　and　that　sot　of　a　king　would　have　given　him　to　Cersei　Lannister；　but　I　never　let　them　。　。　。　no　more　than　I'll　let　you　steal　my　Petyr　Littlefinger。　Do　you　hear　me；　Alayne　or　Sansa　or　whatever　you　call　yourself？　Do　you　hear　what　I　am　telling　you？〃
　〃Yes。　I　swear；　I　won't　ever　kiss　him　again；　or　。　。　。　or　entice　him。〃　Sansa　thought　that　was　what　her　aunt　wanted　to　hear。
　〃So　you　admit　it　now？　It　was　you；　just　as　I　thought。　You　are　as　wanton　as　your　mother。〃　Lysa　grabbed　her　by　the　wrist。　〃e　with　me　now。　There　is　something　I　want　to　show　you。〃
　〃You're　hurting　me。〃　Sansa　squirmed。　〃Please；　Aunt　Lysa；　I　haven't　done　anything。　I　swear　it。〃
　Her　aunt　ignored　her　protests。　〃Marillion！〃　she　shouted。　〃I　need　you；　Marillion！　I　need　you！〃
　The　singer　had　remained　discreetly　in　the　rear　of　the　hall；　but　at　Lady　Arryn's　shout　he　came　at　once。　〃My　lady？〃
　〃Play　us　a　song。　Play　'The　False　and　the　Fair。〃'
　Marillions　fingers　brushed　the　strings。　〃The　lord　he　came　a…riding　upon　a　rainy　day；　hey…nonny；　hey…nonny；　hey…nonny…hey　。　。　。〃
　Lady　Lysa　pulled　at　Sansa's　arm。　It　was　either　walk　or　be　dragged；　so　she　chose　to　walk；　halfway　down　the　hall　and　between　a　pair　of　pillars；　to　a　white　weirwood　door　set　in　the　marble　wall。　The　door　was　firmly　closed；　with　three　heavy　bronze　bars　to　hold　it　in　place；　but　Sansa　could　hear　the　wind　outside　worrying　at　its　edges。　When　she　saw　the　crescent　moon　carved　in　the　wood；　she　planted　her　feet。　〃The　Moon　Door。〃　She　tried　to　yank　free。　〃Why　are　you　showing　me　the　Moon　Door？〃
　〃You　squeak　like　a　mouse　now；　but　you　were　bold　enough　in　the　garden；　weren't　you？　You　were　bold　enough　in　the　snow。〃
　〃The　lady　sat　a…sewing　upon　a　rainy　day；〃　Marillion　sang。　〃Heynonny；　hey…nonny；　hey…nonny…hey。〃
　〃Open　the　door；〃　Lysa　manded。　〃Open　it；　I　say。　You　will　do　it；　or　I'll　send　for　my　guards。〃　She　shoved　Sansa　forward。　〃Your　mother　was　brave；　at　least。　Lift　off　the　bars。〃
　If　I　do　as　she　says；　she　will　let　me　go。　Sansa　grabbed　one　of　the　bronze　bars；　yanked　it　loose；　and　tossed　it　down。　The　second　bar　clattered　to　the　marble；　then　the　third。　She　had　barely　touched　the　latch　when　the　heavy　wooden　door　flew　inward　and　slammed　back　against　the　wall　with　a　bang。　Snow　had　piled　up　around　the　frame；　and　it　all　came　blowing　in　at　them；　borne　on　a　blast　of　cold　air　that　left　Sansa　shivering。　She　tried　to　step　backward；　but　her　aunt　was　behind　her。　Lysa　seized　her　by　the　wrist　and　put　her　other　hand　between　her　shoulder　blades；　propelling　her　forcefully　toward　the　open　door。
　Beyond　was　white　sky；　falling　snow；　and　nothing　else。
　〃Look　down；〃　said　Lady　Lysa。　〃Look　down。〃
　She　tried　to　wrench　free；　but　her　aunt's　fingers　were　digging　into　her　arm　like　claws。　Lysa　gave　her　another　shove；　and　Sansa　shrieked。　Her　left　foot　broke　through　a　crust　of　snow　and　knocked　it　loose。　There　was　nothing　in　front　of　her　but　empty　air；　and　a　waycastle　six　hundred　feet　below　clinging　to　the　side　of　the　mountain。　〃Don't！〃　Sansa　screamed。　〃You're　scaring　me！　〃　Behind　her；　Marillion　was　still　playing　his　woodharp　and　singing；　〃Hey…nonny；　hey…nonny；　hey…nonny…hey。〃
　〃Do　you　still　want　my　leave　to　go？　Do　you？〃
　〃No。〃　Sansa　planted　her　feet　and　tried　to　squirm　backward；　but　her　aunt　did　not　budge。　〃Not　this　way。　Please　。　。　。〃　She　put　a　hand　up；　her　fingers　scrabbling　at　the　doorframe；　but　she　could　not　get　a　grip；　and　her　feet　were　sliding　on　the　wet　marble　floor。　Lady　Lysa　pressed　her　forward　inexorably。　Her　aunt　outweighed　her　by　three　stone。　〃The　lady　lay　a…kissing；　upon　a　mound　of　hay；〃　Marillion　was　singing。　Sansa　twisted　sideways；　hysterical　with　fear；　and　one　foot　slipped　out　over　the　void。　She　screamed。　〃Hey…nonny；　hey…nonny；　hey…nonny…hey。〃　The　wind　flapped　her　skirts　up　and　bit　at　her　bare　legs　with　cold　teeth。　She　could　feel　snowflakes　melting　on　her　cheeks。　Sansa　flailed；　found　Lysa's　thick　auburn　braid；　and　clutched　it　tight。　〃My　hair！〃　her　aunt　shrieked。　〃Let　go　of　my　hair！〃　She　was　shaking；　sobbing。　They　teetered　on　the　edge。　Far　off；　she　heard　the　guards　pounding　on　the　door　with　their　spears；　demanding　to　be　let　in。　Marillion　broke　off　his　song。
　〃Lysa！　What's　the　meaning　of　this？〃　The　shout　cut　through　the　sobs　and　heavy　breathing。　Footsteps　echoed　down　the　High　Hall。　〃Get　back　from　there！　Lysa；　what　are　you　doing？〃　The　guards　were　still　beating　at　the　door；　Littlefinger　had　e　in　the　back　way；　through　the　lords'　entrance　behind　the　dais。
　As　Lysa　turned；　her　grip　loosened　enough　for　Sansa　to　rip　free。　She　stumbled　to　her　knees；　where　Petyr　Baelish　saw　her。　He　stopped　suddenly。　〃Alayne。　What　is　the　trouble　here？〃
　〃Her。〃　Lady　Lysa　grabbed　a　handful　of　Sansa's　hair。　〃She's　the　trouble。　She　kissed　you。〃
　〃Tell　her；　〃　Sansa　begged。　〃Tell　her　we　were　just　building　a　castle　。　。　。
　〃Be　quiet！〃　her　aunt　screamed。　〃I　never　gave　you　leave　to　speak。　No　one　cares　about　your　castle。〃
　〃She's　a　child；　Lysa。　Cat's　daughter。　What　did　you　think　you　were　doing？〃
　〃I　was　going　to　marry　her　to　Robert！　She　has　no　gratitude。　No　。　。　。　no　decency。　You　are　not　hers　to　kiss。　Not　hers！　I　was　teaching　her　a　lesson；　that　was　all。〃
　〃I　see。〃　He　stroked　his　chin。　〃I　think　she　understands　now。　Isn't　that　so；　Alayne？〃
　〃Yes；〃　sobbed　Sansa。　〃I　understand。〃
　〃I　don't　want　her　here。〃　Her　aunt's　eyes　were　shiny　with　tears。　〃Why　did　you　bring　her　to　the　Vale；　Petyr？　This　isn't　her　place。　She　doesn't　belong　here。〃
　〃We'll　send　her　away；　then。　Back　to　King's　Landing；　if　you　like。〃　He　took　a　step　toward　them。　〃Let　her　up；　now。　Let　her　away　from　the　door。〃
　〃NO！〃　Lysa　gave　Sansa's　head　another　wrench。　Snow　eddied　around　them；　making　their　skirts　snap　noisily。　〃You　can't　want　her。　You　can't