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Arya

           TwoboysclosetoArya’sagescamperedpast,splashingthroughapuddle.Theoldwomancursedthem,buttheykeptrightongoing.Otherpeopleweremovingtoo,headingupthehilltoseewhatthenoisewasabout.Aryaranaftertheslowerboy."Whereyougoing?"sheshoutedwhenshewasrightbehindhim."What’shappening?"

           Heglancedbackwithoutslowing."Thegoldcloaksiscarryin’himtothesept."

           "Who?"sheyelled,runninghard.

           "TheHand!They’llbetakinghisheadoff,Buusays."

           Apassingwagonhadleftadeeprutinthestreet.Theboyleaptover,butAryaneversawit.Shetrippedandfell,facefirst,scrapingherkneeopenonastoneandsmashingherfingerswhenherhandshitthehard-packedearth.Needletangledbetweenherlegs.Shesobbedasshestruggledtoherknees.Thethumbofherlefthandwascoveredwithblood.Whenshesuckedonit,shesawthathalfthethumbnailwasgone,rippedoffinherfall.Herhandsthrobbed,andherkneewasallbloodytoo.

           "Makeway!"someoneshoutedfromthecrossstreet."MakewayformylordsofRedwyne!"ItwasallAryacoulddotogetoutoftheroadbeforetheyranherdown,fourguardsmenonhugehorses,poundingpastatagallop.Theyworecheckedcloaks,blue-and-burgundy.Behindthem,twoyounglordlingsrodesidebysideonapairofchestnutmaresalikeaspeasinapod.Aryahadseentheminthebaileyahundredtimes;theRedwynetwins,SerHorasandSerHobber,homelyyouthswithorangehairandsquare,freckledfaces.

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