through a stand of trees.
Interracia lporn beyond, in a clearing overlooking the river, they came upon a boy interracia lporn and a
girl playing interracia lporn at knights. Their swords were wooden sticks, broom handles
from the look of them, and they were rushing across the grass, swinging at
each other lustily. The interracia lporn boy was years older, a head taller, interracia lporn and much
stronger, and he was pressing the attack. The girl, a scrawny interracia lporn thing in
soiled leathers, was dodging and managing to get her stick in the way of
most of the boy's blows, but not all. Interracia lporn when she interracia lporn tried to lunge at him, he
caught her stick with his own, swept it aside, and slid his wood down hard
on her fingers. She cried out and lost her weapon.
Prince Joffrey laughed. The boy looked around, wide-eyed and startled, and
dropped his stick in the grass. interracia lporn the girl interracia lporn glared at them, sucking on her
interracia lporn knuckles to take the sting out, and Sansa was horrified. 'Arya?" she called
out interracia lporn incredulously.
&interracia lporn quot;Go away," Arya shouted back at them, angry tears in her eyes. "What are
you doing here? Leave us alone."
Joffrey glanced from Arya interracia lporn to Sansa and back again. "Your sister?" She
nodded, blushing. Joffrey examined the boy, an ungainly lad with a coarse,
freckled face interracia lporn and thick red hair. "And who interracia lporn are you, boy?" he asked in a
commanding tone that interracia lporn took no notice of the
fact that the other was a year
his senior.
"Mycah," the boy muttered. He recognized the prince and averted his
eyes.
"M'lord."
"He's the butcher's boy," Sansa said.
"He's my friend," Arya said sharply. "You leave him alone.&interracia lporn quot;
"A butcher's boy who wants to be a knight, is it?" Joffrey swung down from
his mount, sword in hand. "Pick up your sword, butcher's boy," he said, his
eyes interracia lporn bright interracia lporn with amusement. "Let us see how good you are."
Mycah stood there, frozen with fear.
Joffrey walked toward him. "Go on, pick it up. Interracia lporn or do you only fight little
girls?"
"She ast me to, m'lord," Mycah said. "She ast me to."
Sansa had only to glance at Arya and see the flush on her sister's face to
know the boy was telling the interracia lporn truth, but interracia lporn Joffrey was in no mood to listen.
The wine had made him wild. "Are you going to pick up your sword?"
Mycah shook his head. "It's only a stick, m'lord. It's not no sword, it's
only a stick."
&
quot;And you're only a butcher's boy, and no knight." Joffrey lifted interracia lporn Lion's
Tooth interracia lporn and laid its interracia lporn point interracia lporn on Mycah's cheek below the eye, as the