Sansa pulled away from his touch. ?You said I must wear the hair net. The silver net with? what sort of stones are those??
?Amethysts. Black amethysts from Asshai, my lady.?
?They?re no amethysts. Are they? Are they? You lied.?
?Black amethysts,? he swore. ?There was magic in them.?
?There was murder in them!?
?Softly, my lady, softly. No murder. He choked on his pigeon pie.? Dontos chortled. ?Oh, tasty tasty pie. Silver and stones, that?s all it was, silver and stone and magic.?
The bells were tolling, and the wind was making a noise like he had made as he tried to suck a breath of air.?You poisoned him. You did. You took a stone from my hair??
?Hush, you?ll be the death of us. I did nothing. Come, we must away, they?ll search for you. Your husband?s been arrested.?