Let's give Sansa a sword and let us see how she does! Thank you for the reviews and comments. It is what keeps me going…that and that fact I love these characters.

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Sword play

Sandor carried a large barrel and put it against the barn, "Alright, Sansa. This is your enemy. I want you to swing at him." Sansa frowned, "But how? Which way do I swing?"

Bronn chuckled, "Never ask yourself that, girl. You won't have time to figure that out. You just have to swing and aim for something." Sansa grabbed her sword and held it, "You can either point it forward, or lift your arms to have it shoulder length. Now hit it!" Sansa felt her heart in her throat as she took 3 steps forward and swung her sword down on the barrel with a yell. She turned to see Sandor's reaction and he gave a nod, "Not too bad, little bird. Now take it out." Sansa tried to lift the sword off the barrel but it was stuck,

"Help me, Sandor!" Bronn gave a laugh and watched as Sandor walked over, pulling the sword, "Got to work on your strength." Sansa huffed and looked at Bronn,

"You better be quiet, or he'll be pulling the sword out of your leg." Sandor gave a loud laugh and pointed at the barrel, "Hit it with a swipe." He showed her by using his arm and Sansa nodded, taking the sword in her left hand and swiping it at the barrel. Her sword made a large scratch in the side and Sansa's started panting,

"This is hard work, Sandor." He looked at the mark she made and nodded, "Aye, but you are doing well. You'll get stronger in the next few days." Sansa held her sword and took a deep breath,

"A few days? I'll be doing this for a few days?" She got a nod and Sandor brought her some water, "You'll do this until you can disarm Bronn or the little lord." Sansa took her drink and picked up her sword, "One more time then." They all moved away from her as she lifted the sword up to her shoulder and she closed her eyes. She whispered to herself, "You are a Wolf." She yelled as she brought the sword across the barrel and then down upon it. She gasped out as the sword hit the top and she felt a pain in her side.

Sandor noticed she winced and her hand reached her side so he walked over, "Very good, little bird. Did you hurt yourself?" He placed his hand on the healing wound and she sighed, "I just have pain from the large bruise. I am fine."

He grabbed the sword off the barrel and put it back in its sheath.

"Maybe someday you will be able to fight me, hm?" Sansa and Bronn laughed, "No, Sandor. I do not think I want to do that."

Shae came out of the Inn with Elise at that moment and yelled, "If you want to eat, it is ready!" Bronn and Tyrion walked towards the Inn and Sansa smiled to herself, "Lord Clegane!" Sandor turned to her and frowned,

"I ain't no.." She put her hand on her forehead, "I do believe I have exhausted myself. Would a kind and gentle Lord be willing to carry a Lady?" She fake swooned and Sandor caught her, "Clever girl, aren't you?" She giggled as he lifted her into his arms, "I just like it when you carry me. You are so gentle." Sandor snorted, "I ain't so gentle in everything, little bird." He looked down at her face which was blank and he winked at her, "I take good care of the things I love. Like my sword, my horse…"

"Like me?" As they entered the Inn he whispered, "Aye, like you." He kissed her and placed her on a chair, leaving her to go get her some food.

As they ate, Bronn asked Sansa, "So tell us Sansa, what hallucinations did you have while you were sick?" Sandor swallowed his roasted pig, "I think that is private." Sansa smiled, "It's alright. I wanted to share. Well Bronn, I dreamt of my family." The table got quiet and Tyrion cleared his throat, "I understand that is a sensitive subject, Sansa."

"Oh! But they were amazing but sad dreams. I dreamt I woke in my bed at Winterfell, my brother Robb was at my side; he told me I was sick. He disappeared soon after and I saw my mother outside. She hugged me but did not say much. But the last dream; I dreamt of my father." Sansa took a sip of wine and cleared her throat, "My brothers and Arya are alive."

Bronn choked on the wine he drank and Tyrion dropped his fork. She grabbed Sandor's hand under the table and felt his thumb rub her palm. "How do you know this?"

Sansa smiled lightly, "The only people I dreamt of were my dead family. If Arya was also dead, she would have spoken to me as well. My father had Lady with him as well; my direwolf. He told me I had to fight my illness and return; for I had someone waiting for me." She looked up at Sandor and looked back to Tyrion, "My sister is alive and she may very well either be in Braavos or near here. Her dancing master was from Braavos and she loved hearing his stories. She may be stubborn, but she is smart." They all agreed and continued to eat their meal,

"Perhaps after we eat I shall practice some more?" Sandor nodded, "You can practice with Bronn. I am going to go see about a small home for you. It's a ride away, but I will be back before dark. Sansa agreed and finished her meal. Shae and Tyrion decided to tour the small city with Sandor and Sansa stayed with Bronn. Sandor pulled Stranger up to the pair,

"You sure you will be alright?" Sansa put her hand on his leg and nodded,

"Yes, I trust Bronn. We will be fine." Sandor ran a hand through her hair and looked to Bronn, "Take care of her; we'll be back before night fall." Bronn waved a hand,

"You can trust me! She'll be fighting like a warrior when you return!" Sandor took one more look at Sansa and kicked his horse forward. Stranger took off and Tyrion and Shae followed not far behind. Sansa turned to Bronn and pulled out her sword,

"Take out your sword, my lord." Bronn gave her a smile and unsheathed his sword, "Come at me." Sansa frowned,

"What if I hit you?" He laughed and yelled, "You won't! Come at me!" Sansa took 4 steps forward and swung her sword at him and Bronn blocked it with his. "Keep going! Go different ways!"

Sansa swung her sword to the side and Bronn jumped back. Sansa then aimed for his legs, which made Bronn fall backwards onto his back. Sansa dropped her sword and ran to his side, "Oh no! Bronn! Are you alright? Did I hit you?"

He shook his head and sat up on his elbows, "My dear, If I were your enemy, would you come running over and ask if I were alright?"

Sansa rolled her eyes, "You are not my enemy. I cannot help it." She pushed him back down and she laughed, "Get up. I want to keep trying to hit you."

Do not worry, littlefinger will not get there tonight…..maybe tomorrow night ;)