The Girl
Sansa only wished her sister would be more sensible. She never listened, which meant once again the Septa was scolding them both for something that was all Arya’s fault.
Yells and cries echoed down the hall. The boys. Arya grinned and raced ahead.
Sansa groaned. “Arya, come back here!”
Arya turned to stick her tongue out at them before continuing down the hall.
“Arya!” grumbled Septa Mordane.
Arya skidded round the corner and stopped.
“Arya!” Robb called from somewhere.
“What… What…” Arya stammered.
“Arya?” asked Sansa, hurrying to catch her.
As she turned the corner, she found her brother on the floor beside a figure with long dark hair. At first Sansa thought it might be Jon, but as she approached she could see this was a girl in a bloodied grey and blue dress.
“Who's she?” Arya asked.
“She fell through the mirror,” Robb replied, his eyes wide.
“The mirror..?”
“She’s injured,” Sansa said. She was a good lady; she could handle this. “She needs the Maester. Arya, run for Maester Luwin. Quickly.”
“But…”
“Go, child,” said Septa Mordane.
Arya nodded and scurried away.
“We need Father too,” said Robb, staring up at the mirror.
“Robb?”
“Jon fell through the mirror.”
Sansa turned and looked at the mirror. “The… mirror..?”
“The girl fell out and then Jon fell in,” Robb said, as though he was still trying to make everything make sense. “Jon fell into the mirror!”
“But it's a mirror!” protested Sansa. Carefully, she tapped on the surface. “It’s just a mirror.”
“Sansa, child, go and fetch your father,” said Septa Mordane.
Sansa wanted to argue, but the look on the Septa’s face saw her hurry away.
She found her father in his solar, checking through records. He frowned as she tumbled inside.
“Sansa! Has something happened?”
“It's…” she started, before realizing she didn't really know what it was. “Septa Mordane told me to fetch you. There's a girl, and Robb says Jon fell through the mirror, but he can't have done because it's just a mirror and–”
Father sprang to his feet. “Where are they?”
“This way.” She led him back through the halls to where she had left her brother. Arya had returned with Maester Luwin, who was investigating the girl. She was coated in blood, with more pooled around her, her dark hair soaked in it. Her face was so badly covered in it that Sansa couldn’t see much of what she looked like.
“What happened?” asked Father.
Robb began a harried explanation of what he’d seen, this time explaining more of how the mirror had glowed and the girl had fallen out.
“Did she tell you who she is?” Father asked.
Robb shook his head. “She was like this when she fell out. She fell on top of Jon, and then he went into the mirror, like this.” He imitated the actions, though Sansa noticed how careful he was not to touch the mirror.
Father looked at Maester Luwin. “How is she?”
“She’s alive. She’s taken several nasty blows to the head, and her arm has been crushed by something, but her heart and lungs are strong.”
“Will she wake up?”
“Now that I can’t say, my lord.”
“Can she tell us what happened to Jon?” Robb hovered around the girl, though he was careful not to touch her. “Can you tell us what happened to Jon?”
“She can’t hear you, Robb,” Father said.
“I'll need to have her taken back to my tower for treatment. The nose should be repairable, but her arm may be crippled.”
“Do what you can for her. We need her to tell us what happened to Jon,” said Father.
“I cannot say when she will wake, my lord, but I will do my best.” Maester Luwin turned to instruct the guards on how best to move the girl onto a stretcher so as she could be moved.
Sansa looked at Robb. He was staring again at the mirror, running his fingers along the wall beside it. “Jon did fall through the mirror.”
“Then where could he have gone?” asked Sansa.
“The other side of the mirror.”