Arya

           Theone-earedblacktomarchedhisbackandhissedather.

           Aryapaddeddownthealley,balancedlightlyontheballsofherbarefeet,listeningtotheflutterofherheart,breathingslowdeepbreaths.Quietasashadow,shetoldherself,lightasafeather.Thetomcatwatchedhercome,hiseyeswary.

           Catchingcatswashard.Herhandswerecoveredwithhalf-healedscratches,andbothkneeswerescabbedoverwhereshehadscrapedthemrawintumbles.Atfirsteventhecook’shugefatkitchencathadbeenabletoeludeher,butSyriohadkeptheratitdayandnight.Whenshe’druntohimwithherhandsbleeding,hehadsaid,"Soslow?Bequicker,girl.Yourenemieswillgiveyoumorethanscratches."HehaddabbedherwoundswithMyrishfire,whichburnedsobadshehadhadtobiteherliptokeepfromscreaming.Thenhesentheroutaftermorecats.

           TheRedKeepwasfullofcats:lazyoldcatsdozinginthesun,cold-eyedmouserstwitchingtheirtails,quicklittlekittenswithclawslikeneedles,ladies’catsallcombedandtrusting,raggedshadowsprowlingthemiddenheaps.OnebyoneAryahadchasedthemdownandsnatchedthemupandbroughtthemproudlytoSyrioForel...allbutthisone,thisone-earedblackdevilofatomcat."That’stherealkingofthiscastlerightthere,"oneofthegoldcloakshadtoldher."Olderthansinandtwiceasmean.Onetime,thekingwasfeastingthequeen’sfather,andthatblackbastardhoppeduponthetableandsnatchedaroastquailrightoutofLordTywin’sfingers.Robertlaughedsohardheliketoburst.

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