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Arya

           Sheheldherbreathasthemenreachedthetopofthesteps.

           "Whatwouldyouhavemedo?"askedthetorchbearer,astoutmaninaleatherhalfcape.Eveninheavyboots,hisfeetseemedtoglidesoundlesslyovertheground.Aroundscarredfaceandastubbleofdarkbeardshowedunderhissteelcap,andheworemailoverboiledleather,andadirkandshortswordathisbelt.ItseemedtoAryatherewassomethingoddlyfamiliarabouthim.

           "IfoneHandcandie,whynotasecond?"repliedthemanwiththeaccentandtheforkedyellowbeard."Youhavedancedthedancebefore,myfriend."HewasnooneAryahadeverseenbefore,shewascertainofit.Grosslyfat,yetheseemedtowalklightly,carryinghisweightontheballsofhisfeetasawaterdancermight.Hisringsglimmeredinthetorchlight,red-goldandpalesilver,crustedwithrubies,sapphires,slittedyellowtigereyes.Everyfingerworearing;somehadtwo.

           "Beforeisnotnow,andthisHandisnottheother,"thescarredmansaidastheysteppedoutintothehall.Stillasstone,Aryatoldherself,quietasashadow.Blindedbytheblazeoftheirowntorch,theydidnotseeherpressedflatagainstthestone,onlyafewfeetaway.

           "Perhapsso,"theforkedbeardreplied,pausingtocatchhisbreathafterthelongclimb."Nonetheless,wemusthavetime.Theprincessiswithchild.Thekhalwillnotbestirhimselfuntilhissonisborn.Youknowhowtheyare,thesesavages."

           Themanwiththetorchpushedatsomething.Aryaheardadeeprumbling.

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