Upon many an occasion, Sansa Stark could be just as grim as him: "He is what I think about when I read the word." R-A-T. "Not commonfolk. Not anything else. But a giant white rat, eating its babies."

Another shiver. Perhaps of disgust; perhaps of good common sense. The topic tread a little near other honest problems, and so she pretended to brush a mote of dust from the page. "Explorer rats cannot be so terrible, though. They must be brave. Enterprising."

Thieves, she also thought. But did not dare to say aloud.