Lady, Sansa's Direwolf
|World of Westeros - People|
|Saturday, 10 April 2010 21:56|
He left the room with his eyes burning and his daughter’s wails echoing in his ears, and found the direwolf pup where they chained her. Ned sat beside her for a while. “Lady,” he said, tasting the name. He had never paid much attention to the names the children had picked, but looking at her now, he knew that Sansa had chosen well. She was the smallest of the litter, the prettiest, the most gentle and trusting. She looked at him with bright golden eyes, and he ruffled her thick grey fur.
Smallest and most delicate of the direwolves, Lady is a perfect counterpart to Sansa. Pretty and well-behaved, Lady insinuates herself to Sansa’s side, whether at the breakfast table or amongst the courtiers. Lady is as protective of her mistress as any of the wolves, growling at Ser Ilyn Payne and the Hound as if warning Sansa of these men.
Both Stark and direwolf are united in suffering an undeserved fate. When Cersei demands a direwolf be slain, Eddard Stark is forced to slay Lady in Nymeria’s place. Eddard at least sees honour done to Lady, however; rather than give the body to Cersei as a trophy, the direwolf’s carcass is returned to the North and buried at Winterfell, in the lichyard beneath the shadow of the First Tower.