"I should have known they did this." She prised the pauldron from its place and sat it gently on the end of the log. She was remarkably careful and respectful of these pieces of metal doomed to be abandoned and forgotten. "Lord Tyrion's squire only ever seemed to pour wine and deliver messages and -- mumble, really. He always mumbled and watched the ground."

At least, Podrick had only ever done those things around her. Like as not he was embarrassed to be around such a vowed traitor. But now she had to wonder where the squire had gone -- had he fled the capital with her husband? She could not imagine Tyrion getting far in the world without some help.

And then, on further reflection, she found that a cruel thought indeed. Sansa shook her head.