Only animals, though. Sansa was certain her prince had no part in murdering Jory and those other poor men; that had been his wicked uncle, the Kingslayer. She knew her father was still angry about that, but it wasn’t fair to blame Joff. That would be like blaming her for something that Arya had done.
I saw your sister this afternoon, Jeyne blurted out, as if she’d been reading Sansa’s thoughts. "She was walking through the stables on her hands. Why would she do a thing like that?"
I’m sure I don’t know why Arya does anything. Sansa hated stables, smelly places full of manure and flies.Even when she went riding, she liked the boy to saddle the horse and bring it to her in the yard. "Do you want to hear about the court or not?"
I do, Jeyne said.
There was a black brother, Sansa said, "begging men for the Wall, only he was kind of old and smelly." She hadn’t liked that at all. She had always imagined the Night’s Watch to be men like Uncle Benjen. In the songs, they were called the black knights of the Wall. But this man had been crookbacked and hideous, and he looked as though he might have lice. If this was what the Night’s Watch was truly like, she felt sorry for her bastard half brother, Jon. "Father asked if there were any knights in the hall who would do honor to theirhouses by taking the black, but no one came forward, so he gave this Yoren his pick of the king’s dungeons and sent him on his way.