A Storm of Swords - Book 3 by Book 3

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“... ge nt le ?” He smiled. “Winterfell has withstood fiercer enemies than me. It is Wint er fe ll, is it not?”

“Yes,” Sansa admitted.

He walked along outside the walls. “I used to dream of it, in those years after Cat went north with Eddard Stark. In my dreams it was ever a dark place, and cold.” “No. It was always warm, even when it snowed. Water fro m the hot springs is piped through the walls to warm them, and inside the glass gardens it was always like the hottest day of summer.” She stood, towering over the great white castle. “I can’t think how to do the glass roof over the gardens.”

Littlefinger stroked his chin, where his beard had been before Lysa had asked him to shave it o ff. “The glass was locked in frames, no? Twigs are your answer. Peel them and cross them and use bark to tie them together into frames. I’ll show you.” He mo ved through the garden, gathering up twigs and sticks and shaking the snow from them. When he had enough, he stepped over bot h walls wit h a single lo ng stride and squa tted on his heels in the midd le of the yard. Sansa came closer to watch what he was doing. His hands were de ft and sure, and before long he had a crisscrossing latticework of twigs, very like the one that roofed the glass gardens of Winterfell. “We will need to imagine the glass, to be sure,” he said when he ga ve it to her. “This is just right,” she said.

He touched her face. “And so is that.”

Sansa did not understand. “And so is what?”

“Your smile, my lady. Shall I make anot her for you?”

“If you would.”

“Nothing could please me more.”

She raised the walls of the glass gardens while Littlefing er roo fed them over, and when they were done with that he helped her extend the walls and build the guardshall. When she used sticks for the covered bridges, they stood, just as he had said they would. The First Keep was simple enough, an o ld round drum tower, but Sansa was stymied again when it came to putting the gargoyles around the top. Aga in he had the answer. “It’s been snowing on your castle, my lady,” he po inted out. “What do the gargoyles look like when they’re covered with snow?” Sansa closed her eyes to see them in memory. “T hey’r e ju st whit e lu mp s. ” “Well, then. Gargoyles are hard, but white lumps should be easy.” And they were. The Broken Tower was easier still. They made a tall tower together, kneeling side by side to roll it smoot h, and when they’d raised it Sansa stuck her fingers through the top, grabbed a handful o f snow, and flung it full in his face. Petyr yelped, as the snow slid do wn under his collar. “T hat was unchiva lrous ly do ne, my lady.

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