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Arya

           Andnoonehadraisedavoiceordrawnabladeoranything,notHarwinwhoalwaystalkedsobold,orAlynwhowasgoingtobeaknight,orJorywhowascaptainoftheguard.Notevenherfather.

           "Hewasmyfriend,"Aryawhisperedintoherplate,solowthatnoonecouldhear.Herribssatthereuntouched,growncoldnow,athinfilmofgreasecongealingbeneaththemontheplate.Aryalookedatthemandfeltill.Shepushedawayfromthetable.

           "Pray,wheredoyouthinkyouaregoing,younglady?"SeptaMordaneasked.

           "I’mnothungry."Aryafounditanefforttorememberhercourtesies."MayIbeexcused,please?"sherecitedstiffly.

           "Youmaynot,"theseptasaid."Youhavescarcelytouchedyourfood.Youwillsitdownandcleanyourplate."

           "Youcleanit!"Beforeanyonecouldstopher,AryaboltedforthedoorasthemenlaughedandSeptaMordanecalledloudlyafterher,hervoicerisinghigherandhigher.

           FatTomwasathispost,guardingthedoortotheToweroftheHand.HeblinkedwhenhesawAryarushingtowardhimandheardthesepta’sshouts."Herenow,littleone,holdon,"hestartedtosay,reaching,butAryaslidbetweenhislegsandthenshewasrunningupthewindingtowersteps,herfeethammeringonthestonewhileFatTomhuffedandpuffedbehindher.

           HerbedchamberwastheonlyplacethatAryalikedinallofKing’sLanding,andthethingshelikedbestaboutitwasthedoor,amassiveslabofdarkoakwithblackironbands.

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