Chapter 13: What Sansa Does Not Say

The knock came after the second bell, soft enough to have been accidental.

Elspeth had not been asleep. She had been lying on her narrow bed in the dark with her eyes open, conducting the same inventory she had been conducting for three weeks now — who knew what, who suspected what, what the gap between those two categories currently cost her — when the sound came at the door. Two knocks, brief and controlled, with an interval between them that suggested the knocker had rehearsed.

She knew who it was before she opened the door.