I am still reading Dance of Dragons, but alas friend took it with them so I'm going to finish it when I return the library. The part of the song that made me agree....Is when they mention the conflict on who to root for...Loving Rob Stark, but my imp uncle more.
Sandor nodded to her but he had to take a double look as he say her dagger. The man couldn't help but laugh "what do you plan on doing with that girl!? Get inside befor you get hurt" his last words sounded more like an order, trufuly he just didn't want her to be a target for the wildlings an he didn't need anyone getting hurt other then his own men. Trant grunted and turned his horse "we ride back now, I'm not risking being stuck while we sit here" he kicked his horse and he and the cart started to head off. Sandor nodded and without a word grabbed serina by the arm and pulled her into the back of stranger. The horse kicked " hold on" he said to her and try did not wait for the others to get on their horses as he galloped off after the carriage. He could sense they were out of danger if they wanted to hurt them more they'd put a road block up or something to trap us, perhaps this was a scare tactic but what ever it is they were to close to kings landing and this was going to be difficult for everyone.
Sandor for the first time hated this hunt, the young king complained and fired at anything that moved, he even received an arrow close to the head just because the boy nearly tripped. It was funny for everyone else but not Sandor let alone Trant who hand to hold the man back from beating the boy. Of course this was to the young kings knowledge and Sandor was able to take his anger out on Trant who fought back just as quickly. The two growled at one another it was not unusual for them to get into a fist fight but that was during down time when they weren't under the kings watch. However the boy was to concerned to care and only threw a few insults at the two and they pushed each other part.
"The gods" Sandor spat at the dirt at his feet and turned from Trant who was whipping the blood from his lip where Sandor clipped him. "This is going to be a very long day" Trant mumbled scanning the area, there was a chill that ran down both their spines. The two men looked at each other and called for the young kind and the rest of the guards "Wildlings!" Sandor shouted and the men gathered into a circle around the king, Sandor and Trant stood front and back of him and the others around them all pointing at separate directions. "Where are they?" the king questioned not being able to see a thing. "Dog!" Sandor growled and turned to Trant "We head back now!" he cried out and before they could even move an array of arrows were shot in their direction. Many of the men caught an arrow even Sandor took on to the thigh. Ignoring it he picked the king up and Trant began to shoot his own arrows back at the trees. Like ghosts they were, they could see us but we could not see them. Trant soon came running beside him as well along with any of the men who weren't too injured.
They'd reached the camp, Sandor had thrown the king inside the Queens carriage and snapped the door shut shaking the whole cart as he and Trant gathered their own horses and prepared for some sort of an attack. More men came running out of the forest in a panic and Sandor wanted to cut them all down but he sat upon stranger shielding the carriage. "Do you think their doing this to scare us?" Trant was breathing heavily, running was never his forte which only made Sandor chuckle sickly "no doubt" he hissed. "Im begining to hate this" Trant sighed and Sandor blinked at him. He didn't quite understand what Trant meant by that and he did not want to cause trouble by asking either.