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The Readers Saltwife found Sansa sleeping in a messy bed. Her hair was a tangle and she was stained with tears and more.
"Wake up, Sansa! Pyke will be sacked in the morning. You have to come with me right now."
"How did you get in here? I thought you were at the..."
"Shhh, we have to go, take only your cloak. What is that smell?"
Turning to the fireplace she saw a blackened bundle of green silk.
Sansa wrapped her cloak around her.
"Where are we going?"
"To the harbour."
"No, wait! My wolfpendant! It is still in his crotch, I can't go without it!"
Readers saltwife halted.
"In whos crotch?"
Crying hysterically, she shaked her head,
"Codd tried to rape me and I had him gelded! I can't go without it!"
"Sansa Underfoot, you have to leave it."
Sansa looked right through the faceless woman and because love is always stronger than death, saw her sister.
"Arya!"
A cold shiver went through the busty blond.
"We have to go."
"You called me a pig in the hall!"
The Lordsport was awake in the middle of the night, waiting for the looming Redwyne fleet, men ready to fight, women scared to be sacked.
"Who goes there?"
The busty blond slit the harbour guards throat with a flick of her knife.
Pushing Sansa inside the cabin she whispered,
"Good luck."
"Wait! Where will you go?
"I have responsibilities in Lys. Remember not to open the door at first stop. Then they sail to Braavos."
Woman closed the cabin before she could speak and disappeared to the shadows.
Luxurious cabin had red carpets, huge window and smelled like incense.