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Arya

           Shegavethepushcartmanalook,rememberingwhatSyriohadtoldheraboutseeing.Hewasshort,withalittleroundbelly,andwhenhemovedheseemedtofavorhisleftlegalittle.Shewasjustthinkingthatifshesnatchedatartandranhewouldneverbeabletocatchherwhenhesaid,"Youbekeepin’yourfilthyhandsoff.Thegoldcloaksknowhowtodealwiththievinglittlegutterrats,thattheydo."

           Aryaglancedwarilybehindher.TwooftheCityWatchwerestandingatthemouthofanalley.Theircloakshungalmosttotheground,theheavywooldyedarichgold;theirmailandbootsandgloveswereblack.Oneworealongswordathiship,theotheranironcudgel.Withalastwistfulglanceatthetarts,Aryaedgedbackfromthecartandhurriedoff.Thegoldcloakshadnotbeenpayingheranyspecialattention,butthesightofthemtiedherstomachinknots.Aryahadbeenstayingasfarfromthecastleasshecouldget,yetevenfromadistanceshecouldseetheheadsrottingatopthehighredwalls.Flocksofcrowssquabblednoisilyovereachhead,thickasflies.ThetalkinFleaBottomwasthatthegoldcloakshadthrowninwiththeLannisters,theircommanderraisedtoalord,withlandsontheTridentandaseatontheking’scouncil.

           Shehadalsoheardotherthings,scarythings,thingsthatmadenosensetoher.SomesaidherfatherhadmurderedKingRobertandbeenslaininturnbyLordRenly.OthersinsistedthatRenlyhadkilledthekinginadrunkenquarrelbetweenbrothers.

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