grrm.astormofswords-第197章
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as too thin and stony for a weirwood to take root。 A godswood without gods； as empty as me。
She scooped up a handful of snow and squeezed it between her fingers。 Heavy and wet； the snow packed easily。 Sansa began to make snowballs； shaping and smoothing them until they were round and white and perfect。 She remembered a summer's snow in Winterfell when Arya and Bran had ambushed her as she emerged from the keep one morning。 They'd each had a dozen snowballs to hand； and she'd had none。 Bran had been perched on the roof of the covered bridge； out of reach； but Sansa had chased Arya through the stables and around the kitchen until both of them were breathless。 She might even have caught her； but she'd slipped on some ice。 Her sister came back to see if she was hurt。 When she said she wasn't； Arya hit her in the face with another snowball； but Sansa grabbed her leg and pulled her down and was rubbing snow in her hair when Jory came along and pulled them apart； laughing。
What do I want with snowballs？ She looked at her sad little arsenal。 There's no one to throw them at。 She let the one she was making drop from her hand。 I could build a snow knight instead； she thought。 Or even 。 。 。
She pushed two of her snowballs together； added a third； packed more snow in around them； and patted the whole thing into the shape of a cylinder。 When it was done； she stood it on end and used the tip of her little finger to poke holes in it for windows。 The crenellations around the top took a little more care； but when they were done she had a tower。 I need some walls now； Sansa thought； and then a keep。 She set to work。
The snow fell and the castle rose。 Two walls ankle…high； the inner taller than the outer。 Towers and turrets； keeps and stairs； a round kitchen； a square armory； the stables along the inside of the west wall。 It was only a castle when she began； but before very long Sansa knew it was Winterfell。 She found twigs and fallen branches beneath the snow and broke off the ends to make the trees for the godswood。 For the gravestones in the lichyard she used bits of bark。 Soon her gloves and her boots were crusty white； her hands were tingling； and her feet were soaked and cold； but she did not care。 The castle was all that mattered。 Some things were hard to remember； but most came back to her easily； as if she had been there only yesterday。 The Library Tower； with the steep stonework stair twisting about its exterior。 The gatehouse； two huge bulwarks； the arched gate between them； crenellations all along the top 。 。 。
And all the while the snow kept falling； piling up in drifts around her buildings as fast as she raised them。 She was patting down the pitched roof of the Great Hall when she heard a voice； and looked up to see her maid calling from her window。 Was my lady well？ Did she wish to break her fast？ Sansa shook her head； and went back to shaping snow； adding a chimney to one end of the Great Hall； where the hearth would stand inside。
Dawn stole into her garden like a thief。 The grey of the sky grew lighter still； and the trees and shrubs turned a dark green beneath their stoles of snow。 A few servants came out and watched her for a time； but she paid them no mind and they soon went back inside where it was warmer。 Sansa saw Lady Lysa gazing down from her balcony； wrapped up in a blue velvet robe trimmed with fox fur； but when she looked again her aunt was gone。 Maester Colemon popped out of the rookery and peered down for a while； skinny and shivering but curious。
Her bridges kept falling down。 There was a covered bridge between the armory and the main keep； and another that went from the fourth floor of the bell tower to the second floor of the rookery； but no matter how carefully she shaped them； they would not hold together。 The third time one collapsed on her； she cursed aloud and sat back in helpless frustration。
〃Pack the snow around a stick； Sansa。〃
She did not know how long he had been watching her； or when he had returned from the Vale。 〃A stick？〃 she asked。
〃That will give it strength enough to stand； I'd think；〃 Petyr said。 〃May I e into your castle； my lady？〃
Sansa was wary。 〃Don't break it。 Be 。 。 。
〃。 。 gentle？〃 He smiled。 〃Winterfell has withstood flercer enemies than me。 It is Winterfell； 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 from 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 off。 〃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 moved through the garden； gathering up twigs and sticks and shaking the snow from them。 When he had enough； he stepped over both walls with a single long stride and squatted on his heels in the middle of the yard。 Sansa came closer to watch what he was doing。 His hands were deft 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 gave 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 another for you？〃
〃If you would。〃
〃Nothing could please me more。〃
She raised the walls of the glass gardens while Littlefinger roofed 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 old round drum tower； but Sansa was stymied again when it came to putting the gargoyles around the top。 Again he had the answer。 〃It's been snowing on your castle； my lady；〃 he pointed out。 〃What do the gargoyles look like when they're covered with snow？〃
Sansa closed her eyes to see them in memory。 〃They're just white lumps。〃
〃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 smooth； and when they'd raised it Sansa stuck her fingers through the top； grabbed a handful of snow； and flung it full in his face。 Petyr yelped； as the snow slid down under his collar。 〃That was unchivalrously done； my lady。〃
〃As was bringing me here； when you swore to take me home。〃
She wondered where this courage had e from； to speak to him so frankly。 From Winterfell； she thought。 I am stronger within the walls of Winterfell。
His face grew serious。 〃Yes； I played you false in that 。 。 。 and in one other thing as well。〃
Sansa's stomach was aflutter。 〃What other thing？〃
〃I told you that nothing could please me more than to help you with your castle。 I fear that was a lie as well。 Something else would please me more。〃 He stepped closer。 〃This。〃
Sansa tried to step back； but he pulled her into his arms and suddenly he was kissing her。 Feebly； she tried to squirm； but only succeeded in pressing herself more tightly against him。 His mouth was on hers； swallowing her words。 He tasted of mint。 For half a heartbeat she yielded to his kiss 。 。 。 before she turned her face away and wrenched free。 〃What are you doing？〃
Petyr straightened his cloak。 〃Kissing a snow maid。〃
〃You're supposed to kiss her。〃 Sansa glanced up at Lysa's balcony； but it was empty now。 〃Your lady wife。〃
〃I do。 Lysa has no cause for plaint。〃 He smiled。 〃I wish you could see yourself； my lady。 You are so beautiful。 You're crusted over with snow like some little bear cub； but your face is flushed and you can scarcely breathe。 How long have you been out here？ You must be very cold。 Let me warm you； Sansa。 Take off those gloves； give me your hands。〃
〃I won't。〃 He sounded almost like Marillion； the night he'd gotten so drunk at the wedding。 Only this time Lothor Brune would not appear to save her； Ser Lothor was Petyr's man。 〃You shouldn't kiss me。 I might have been your own daughter 。 。 。〃
〃Might have been；〃 he admitted； with a rueful smile。 〃But you're not； are you？ You are Eddard Stark's daughter； and Cat's。 But I think you might be even more beautiful than your mother was； when she was your age。〃
〃Petyr； please。〃 Her voice sounded so weak。 〃Please。
〃A castle！〃
The voice was loud； shrill； and childish。 Littleflnger turned away from her。 〃Lord Robert。〃 He sketched a bow。 〃Should you be out in the snow without your gloves？〃
〃Did you make the snow castle； Lord Littlefinger？〃
〃Alayne did most of it； my lord。〃
Sansa said； 〃It's meant to be Winterfell。〃
〃Winterfell？〃 Robert was small for eight； a stick of a boy with splotchy skin and eyes that were always runny。 Under one arm he clutched the threadbare cloth doll he carried everywhere。
〃Winterfell is the seat of House Stark；〃 Sansa told her husband…to…be。 〃The great castle of the north。〃
〃It's not so great。〃 The boy knelt before the gatehouse。 〃Look； here es a giant to knock it down。〃 He stood his doll in the snow and moved it jerkily。 〃Tromp tromp I'm a giant； I'm a giant；〃 he chanted。 〃Ho ho ho； open yourgates or I'll mash them and smash them。〃 Swinging the doll by the legs； he knocked the top off one gatehouse tower and then the other。
It was more than Sansa could stand。 〃Robert； stop that。〃 Instead he swung the doll again； and a foot of wall exploded。 She grabbed for his hand but she caught the doll instead。 There was a loud ripping sound as the thin cloth tore。 Suddenly she had the doll's head； Robert had the legs and body； and the rag…and…sawdust stuffing was spilling in the snow。
Lord Robert's mouth trembled。 〃You killed him；〃 he wailed。 Then he began to shake。 It started with no more than a little shivering； but within a few short heartbeats he had collapsed across the castle； his limbs flailing about violently。 White towers and snowy bridges shattered and fell on all sides。 Sansa stood horrified； but Petyr Baelish seized her cousin's wrists and shouted for the maester。
Guards and serving girls arrived within instants to help restrain the boy； Maester Colemon a short time later。 Robert Arryn's shaking sickness was nothing new to the people of the Eyrie； and Lady Lysa had trained them all to e rushing at the boy's first cry。 The maester held the little lord's head and gave him half a cup of dreamwine； murmuring soothing words。 Slowly the violence of the fit seemed to ebb away； till nothing remained but a small shaking of the hands。 〃Help him to my chambers；〃 Colemon told the guards。 〃A leeching will help calm him。〃
〃It was my fault。〃 Sansa showed them the doll's head。 〃I ripped his doll in two。 I never meant to； but 。 。 。〃
〃His lordship was destroying the castle；〃 said Petyr。
〃A giant；〃 the boy whispered； weeping。 〃It wasn't me； it was a giant hurt the castle。 She
