Sansa had no choice but to follow the White Knight to first meet the King and Queen Regent, then proceed to the Great Sept of Baelor.
King Joffrey today was dressed in crimson silk and satin, embroidered with leaping stags and roaring lions, and wore a golden crown, making him the most conspicuous in the crowd.
The Queen Regent stood beside him, wearing a black mourning gown with occasional red threads, and a black diamond veil in her hair.
"I hope, I hope Father will be all right."
Sansa followed the King and Queen Regent to the Great Sept.
By the Sept's great doors, in front of the high pulpit, a crowd of Knights and nobles had already gathered.
"I have ordered the bells to be rung," the High Septon said respectfully.
The short, stout High Septon, though old, was still very obsequious.
His hair was grey, his body corpulent, and he wore a pure white robe and a huge jeweled crown made of gold leaf and crystal, which shimmered with a rainbow of colors as he moved.
"Well done."
When King Joffrey appeared at the Great Sept of Baelor, the bells began to toll.
This was a gathering bell, with only one tower's bell ringing.
When a King died, every bell in the city would ring.
Everyone moved in the same direction, eager to find out the reason for the tolling.
The bells grew louder, clanging and calling incessantly.
Gradually, the crowd became shoulder-to-shoulder, packed tightly.
The white marble plaza in front of the Sept was full of people, excitedly talking to each other, pushing to get closer to the Great Sept of Baelor.
Here, the bells were very loud.
The people of King's Landing didn't know right from wrong; they were only interested in beheadings and assemblies, especially since the one confessing was a great noble from the North, and it was said that Stark people could turn into wolves.
"It is said that these Northerners can turn into wolves, and they only pray to trees.
Is this true?"
"I heard that it was this Stark who killed our late King Robert.
He slit His Majesty's throat in the forest, and when he was found, he pretended nothing happened, lying that His Majesty was killed by some old wild boar."
"Alas, that's not it; it was his younger brother who killed His Majesty, the one with the golden stag antlers, Renly."
"You stinking woman, shut your gossiping mouth!
Stop talking nonsense here, Lord Renly is an upright and good man."
"You're all wrong.
I heard that bastard Across the Narrow Sea used magic; the King was killed by a wild boar, and the kinslayer can use magic, then conspired with Lord Eddard to write a will."
When most of the people had arrived, Lord Eddard was escorted to the High Septon's pulpit outside the Sept's main doors, flanked by two Gold Cloaks.
Arya, pushing through the crowd, was squeezed against a stone pedestal.
The little wolf girl looked up; she was only nine, thin and dry, and anyone who saw her would think she was a Boy.
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