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Arya

           TheywerehuffingandpuffingandhittingateachotherwithpaddedwoodenswordsunderthewatchfuleyeofoldSerRodrikCassel,themaster-at-arms,agreatstoutkegofamanwithmagnificentwhitecheekwhiskers.Adozenspectators,manandboy,werecallingoutencouragement,Robb’svoicetheloudestamongthem.ShespottedTheonGreyjoybesidehim,hisblackdoubletemblazonedwiththegoldenkrakenofhisHouse,alookofwrycontemptonhisface.Bothofthecombatantswerestaggering.Aryajudgedthattheyhadbeenatitawhile.

           "Ashademoreexhaustingthanneedlework,"Jonobserved.

           "Ashademorefunthanneedlework,"Aryagavebackathim.Jongrinned,reachedover,andmessedupherhair.Aryaflushed.Theyhadalwaysbeenclose.Jonhadtheirfather’sface,asshedid.Theyweretheonlyones.RobbandSansaandBranandevenlittleRickonalltookaftertheTullys,witheasysmilesandfireintheirhair.WhenAryahadbeenlittle,shehadbeenafraidthatmeantthatshewasabastardtoo.ItbeenJonshehadgonetoinherfear,andJonwhohadreassuredher.

           "Whyaren’tyoudownintheyard?"Aryaaskedhim.

           Hegaveherahalfsmile."Bastardsarenotallowedtodamageyoungprinces,"hesaid."Anybruisestheytakeinthepracticeyardmustcomefromtruebornswords."

           "Oh."Aryafeltabashed.Sheshouldhaverealized.Forthesecondtimetoday,Aryareflectedthatlifewasnotfair.

           ShewatchedherlittlebrotherwhackatTommen."IcoulddojustasgoodasBran,"shesaid."He’sonlyseven.I’mnine."

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