Strong hands grasped her by the shoulders, and for a moment Sansa thought it was her father, but when she turned, it was the burned face of Sandor Clegane looking down at her, his mouth twisted in a terrible mockery of a smile.
Would you sing a song for me, Little Bird? A song about knights and maidens. [deleted scene]
A terror as overwhelming as anything Sansa Stark had ever felt
filled her suddenly. She stepped backward and bumped into
someone. Strong hands grasped her by the shoulders, and for
a moment Sansa thought it was her father, but when she turned,
it was the burned face of Sandor Clegane looking down at her,
his mouth twisted in a terrible mockery of a smile. "You are
shaking, girl," he said, his voice rasping. "Do I frighten you
so much?" He did, and had since she had first laid eyes on
the ruin that fire had made of his face, though it seemed to
her now that he was not half so terrifying as the other.
