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Episode 90: A CLASH OF KINGS, SANSA II: "Beauty and the Beasts" SHOW NOTES!

Hello and welcome to the Not A Cast … podcast: the one true chapter-by-chapter podcast going through A Song of Ice and Fire one chapter a week. I’m one of your hosts Jeff better known as BryndenBFish. 

And I’m your other host Emmett, better known as PoorQuentyn.          

Welcome to the ninetieth episode of the Not A Cast, titled: “Beauty and the Beasts: An Analysis of ACOK, Sansa II” in which the princess in the tower is sought out by two brave knights who want to spirit her away to freedom. Well, neither of them are knights. And both are completely fucking drunk. Just like Dany, Sansa can’t seem to catch a break when it comes to rescuers!

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Yes indeed! But enough about patreon. When we last checked in with Sansa Stark, she had just attended the Tourney of gnats, saved Dontos Hollard’s life and witnessed the entry of Tyrion and his band of ruff riders into King’s Landing. Let’s see what happens to Sansa in this synopsis of ACOK, Sansa II.

Synopsis

Come with me if you want to live, so says Arnold Schwartzenegger and a letter that Sansa Stark clutches. Well, more accurately, the letter says:

Come to the godswood tonight, if you want to go home

She’s read the letter a hundred times, having found it beneath her pillow, but she doesn’t know how the letter arrived or who placed it there. 

Come to the godswood tonight, if you want to go home.

Maybe Sansa should give the letter to Cersei to prove her loyalty to Joffrey? But then again, the bruise that Ser Merwyn Trant left on her stomach after punching her with a mailed fist points decidedly against going to Cersei. 

Come to the godswood tonight, if you want to go home.

On one hand, Sansa prays that a true knight has come at last to save her. Maybe it was one of the Redwyne twins, maybe Ser Barristan or Beric Dondarrion who Jeyne Poole loved.

Come to the godswood tonight, if you want to go home.

On the other hand, it could be a cruel joke on Joffrey’s part. Or maybe it was a designed trap to have Sansa reveal her disloyalty. Would Ilyn Payne be waiting for her in the godswood with Ice in hand? 

Come to the godswood tonight, if you want to go home.

The door opens, and a serving girl comes in, asking if Sansa wants a bath. No, but she’ll take a fire in the hearth all the same. Sansa wonders if the serving girl had read the note. Maybe she planted it? Cersei had serving girls changed every fortnight to prevent them from becoming sympathetic and friendly to Sansa. So, Sansa thinks this is unlikely.

When the hearth fire is burning, Sansa dismisses the servant who gives her a sly look, because she’s probably a spy for Cersei or Varys. When she’s gone, Sansa burns the letter.

Come to the godswood tonight, if you want to go home.

Sansa walks over to the window and sees that Ser Preston Greenfield is manning the dry moat tonight. And while, yes, she did have freedom of the castle, questions would be asked of her as to why she’s out and about at this time. So, she gets into bed, but she doesn’t sleep. She waits.

If only she had someone to tell her what to do. She missed Septa Mordane, and even more Jeyne Poole, her truest friend. The septa had lost her head with the rest, for the crime of serving House Stark. Sansa did not know what had happened to Jeyne, who had disappeared from her rooms afterward, never to be mentioned again. She tried not to think of them too often, yet sometimes the memories came unbidden, and then it was hard to hold back the tears.

Sansa was even missing Arya these days. She assumes that Arya was back at Winterfell with Bran and Rickon which, sad to say, not the case, Sansa. 

But then Sansa hears a disturbance outside. Men shouting, but she’s not sure of what they’re saying. Then she hears horses. So, she creeps just to keep it on the down-low on over to the window, and then she sees men running with spears and torches. She wonders if she should get back into bed as all the news has been bad of late with everyone outside of the Red Keep killing and robbing each other. Mm, those damn peasants killing and robbing each other outside of the Red Keep. The nobles would never stoop to such levels, in the Red Keep, would they?

Go to bed, Sansa thinks.

She turns away from the window but not to bed. She runs to her wardrobe, wondering if she’s mad as she changes into clothes. She sees torches on the wall and wonders if Stannis and Renly have finally come to put Joffrey down. She runs out of the room but not before grabbing a kitchen knife and hiding it under her sleeve.

If it is some trap, better that I die than let them hurt me more, Sansa told herself.

Well, that’s a sad line I never noticed before. Hm.

She moves into the night, passing by Lannister soldiers and gold cloaks getting ready for battle. She sees Preston, and then to her horror, she sees Joffrey too. Fortunately, he doesn’t see her as he shouts for crossbow and sword. She keeps moving, not looking behind her so as not to get caught or followed by Joffrey.

She climbs serpentine stairs and reaches the top out of breath. She runs down a hallway, catching her breath against a wall when she feels something at her leg. She jumps but only finds a black tom cat with a chewed off ear who proceeds to spit before darting off.

She arrives at the godswood, and it’s quiet with the sounds of war in the distance. Sansa thinks Lady would have liked being here and how natural and peaceful the godswood was. But there was something else about the godswood:

There was something wild about a godswood; even here, in the heart of the castle at the heart of the city, you could feel the old gods watching with a thousand unseen eyes.

Huh. A thousand unseen eyes. Maybe one more!? That’s some interesting language!

Sansa had been a believer in the Faith of the Seven -- mostly on account of the sensory trappings of it all: statues, pictures, burning incense, septons with robes and crystals, the rainbow lights when the light caught the inlaid altar. All the jewels and colors. Hey George, am I to understand you may have grown up Catholic?

Yet she could not deny that the godswood had a certain power too. Especially by night. Help me, she prayed, send me a friend, a true knight to champion me.

Sansa feels her way around the godswood, wondering if she should call out or something, but then a voice calls out to her.

“I feared you would not come, child.”

Sansa spins around and sees a heavy dude wearing a dark gray wool cloak. She’s not sure who he is at first until a ray of moonlight falls on his face.

“Ser Dontos,” she breathed, heart-broken. “Was it you?”

Dontos says, yes, it’s a-me Ser Dontios-o! Sansa smells the wine on him and shrinks away from him. She grabs her knife and tells him to stay back. Also, why the fuck are you here, Dontos?

“Only to help you,” Dontos said, “as you helped me.”

Sansa asks if he’s drunk, and he does a bit that I’ve never done with my wife where he’s like “I only had like one drink, I promise, babe.” Dontos states that they’ll have the skin stripped off his back if he’s caught, and Sansa wonders what they’ll do to her if she’s caught. She thinks of Lady, knowing that her direwolf could smell out lies, but Lady was dead. Ned killed her. She holds the knife out, telling Dontos to tell it true. Who sent him?

“No one, sweet lady. I swear it on my honor as a knight.”

Sansa doesn’t exactly believe this. Dontos had been stripped of knighthood by Joffrey. He was only a fool now. She prayed for a knight to come, but the gods only sent a drunken fool. Dontos agrees with her assessment.

“I know it’s queer, but .. all those years I was a knight, I was truly a fool, and now that I am a fool I think … I think I may find it in me to be a knight again, sweet lady. And all because of you … your grace, your courage. You saved me, not only from Joffrey but from myself.” His voice dropped. “The singers say there was another fool once who was the greatest knight of all …”
“Florian,” Sansa whispered. 

Dontos wants to play the Florian archetype to Sansa’s Jonquil archetype. He falls to his knees, and Sansa lowers the knife. She thinks she’s crazy for trusting this guy, but he’s her only option. She asks how Dontos will get her out of the Red Keep, and he says that the hard part is getting out of the castle. But then they’d take a ship. He’ll just need to find the coin, maybe a master will give him the coin, if you know what I mean.

Okay, well Sansa wants to leave the Red Keep and King’s Landing now. But not so fast. Dontos needs to figure out a plan when the hour is right. Also, Sansa, can you please put the knife away. Thanks. When she puts the knife away, Dontos rises to his feet, stating that he watched bad things happen to Ned, but Sansa helped him when he was powerless. And sure, he’s not some storied hero like Ryam Redwyne or Barristan the Bold, but he was a knight back in the day. His life is hers. He swears it in front of the godswood.

He swore. A solemn oath, before the gods. “Then … I will put myself in your hands, ser.”

She wonders how she’ll know it’s time to go, maybe he’ll put another letter on her pillow? Unlikely. Sansa needs to come to the godswood as often as she can, and Dontos will come when able. The godswood is the only safe place as the “stones have ears.” Additionally, Dontos will appear to be cruel and mocking towards her in public. But he’s just playing a role to prevent the both of them from getting dead.

Sansa says she understands, but Dontos needs to get gone now. And so does Sansa. They can’t be seen together.

Nodding, Sansa took a step … then spun back, nervous, and softly laid a kiss on his cheek, her eyes closed. “My Florian,” she whispered. “The gods heard my prayer.”

Sansa runs back in the direction of her room, her head swimming with thoughts of Florian the Fool and Jonquil and how that song was her favorite, and then Sandor Clegane steps right in her path and blocks her before she can get down the serpentine steps.

“It’s a long roll down the serpentine, little bird. Want to kill us both?” His laughter was rough as a saw on stone. “Maybe you do.”

Sansa tries to excuse herself, but his hand squeezes her wrist tight. Sandor asks what Sansa is doing up here, and Sansa says um, she was at the godswood? Praying! Yes, praying for her dad’s soul and for Joffrey. Sandor isn’t in the mood to believe her, but he loosens his grip on her arm, before very gallantly telling her that she’s almost a woman now tall with tits and all. But she still sings songs like some bird. 

“Sing me a song, why don’t you? Go on. Sing to me. Some song about knights and fair maids. You like knights, don’t you?”

Sansa’s pretty fucking freaked out, and doubly-so when Sandor reveals that he’s real fucking drunk. But no matter; he’s going to do the escort Sansa back someplace while saying things at her. It’s a bit at this point. 

Back at the drawbridge, Sansa notices that Ser Boros Blount is manning the bridge, and Sansa feels scared. This kingsguard knight hits her. But Sandor says that she shouldn’t be afraid of Boros. He’s a toad. But Boros accosts Sansa and Sandor when they approach, calling Sandor a “ser” before Sandor helpfully tells him to “fuck your ser.” Sandor’s no knight. Boros asks Sansa what she’s doing up, and Sansa lies again but better this time, saying she went to the godswood to pray for Joffrey. Yeah, Sandor puts in. It’s too loud to sleep. What’s up with that?

Well, it seems the peasants thought they could partake in Tyrek Lannister’s wedding feast. So, Joffrey, brave King Joffrey, led a sortie to chase them away.

“A brave boy,” Clegane said, mouth twitching.
Let us see how brave he is when he faces my brother, Sansa thought.

SanSan (hi, Chloe) moves on from the drawbridge and up the stairs to her room. And it’s there that Sansa asks Sandor why he lets people call him a dog. Because Sandor likes dogs better. Besides, grandaddy Clegane was kennelmaster to Tytos Lannister, and he and his dogs saved Lord Tytos Lannister from a lioness. Three of the dogs died, and his grandpa lost his leg, but he got a keep and lands in the exchange.

“The three dogs on our banner are the three that died in the yellow of autumn grass. A hound will die for you, but never lie to you. And he’ll look you straight in the face.” 

Sandor cups Sansa’s chin and tells her that dogs do more than birds can do for her. But he never got his song.

“I … I know a song about Florian and Jonquil.”

Ah, well Sandor’s not down with what the kids are listening to these days. But he will get a song from Sansa one of these days. Sansa says she’ll gladly sing for him.

Sandor Clegane snorted. “Pretty thing, and such a bad liar. A dog can smell a lie, you know. Look around you, and take a good whiff. They’re all liars here … and every one better than you.”

And that is ACOK, Sansa II! Hey, Emmett, what would your reaction be if I told you that Sansa is growing on me in this read?

Depth

As you’ve said, Jeff, it feels like each POV arc in ACOK really takes off with their second chapter, after the first chapter sets the stakes and reminds us who everyone is and what they’re about. From the very first lines of Sansa II--“come to the godswood tonight, if you want to go home”--George is setting up the throughline that will dominate Sansa’s story for the next book and a half, as well as providing the perfect crucible for her character arc. How she responds to this opportunity speaks both to her growing maturity and her desire to regress into childhood (much like her little brother Bran at Winterfell). But it also speaks to the dichotomous nature of the two main supporting characters in Sansa’s ACOK storyline: Dontos Hollard and Sandor Clegane, the not-knights.

Does George write Sansa well? Well, yes, he does. But is he an effective writer in giving Sansa a unique voice and unique character and plot conflicts that make for a good story? Okay, so, here I’ll continue my tradition of mea culpas about Sansa. In that past, I used to say yes to the above but within the context of Sansa being the annoying #WorstStark. Now that I’m older, wiser, much more ... mature, I was wrong.

In re-reading this chapter and many of the chapters upcoming in her ACOK and ASOS arc in preparation for this episode, I see a better story than the one I thought I had read previously. Dismissing Sansa as the annoying damsel in distress character does a disservice to the story George is telling with Sansa. She is in distress, but the internal character conflict of being alone and stranded in the hostile social setting and environment she once viewed as the ideal place for her has become a nightmare! This is a point you brought up, Emmett, back in our analysis of AGOT, Sansa V, and I think this chapter hammers it home for me. And it all starts with Come to the godswood tonight if you want to go home. Salvation? A trap? A joke? Unclear at the start, but it’s a masterful refrain introducing us to the new nightmare reality that is Sansa’s life in the Red Keep. 

Foreshadowing/Groundwork

Sansa will get another letter to analyze at length from Margaery at the start of ASOS, which will also lead her to a garden where she can speak unheard by Varys (or so it appears). George builds in these signposts to show us how Sansa’s relationship to intrigue is changing.

Riot Watch, Part 5 I want to say! Once more we get mention of starvation and resulting unrest in the city streets, ready to blow come the bread riots in Tyrion IX, which will again sweep Sansa and Sandor together.

Sansa is prepared to kill herself lest she suffer more when the city is taken, which is a grisly bit of foreshadowing of how Cersei will prepare to kill her if they lose the city to Stannis.

In the ADWD Epilogue, it’s noted that the High Septon had insisted that no girl spend more than seven days in the queen's service, lest Cersei corrupt her. It’s obviously not direct foreshadowing of what’s to come, but I wonder if it’s an ironic callback to Sansa’s servants being cycled out every two weeks. Cersei only gets a week with her servants. She’s that much less trustworthy than Sansa and/or much more capable of manipulating people into busting her free.

Sandor Clegane demands a song from Sansa, and Sansa states that she’ll happily sing for him at some point in the future. Well, wouldn’t you know it, but Sandor is going to demand this again at the Battle of the Blackwater, and Sansa will sing for him -- though not gladly. Sandor was right that Sansa was lying about that part!

Theory/Discussion

How does our perception of this chapter change coming back as rereaders, knowing that it was not Dontos on his own but Littlefinger who prompted this meeting and all that followed? 

Conclusion


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