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Arya

           Thewhitemarbleplazawasasolidmassofpeople,allyammeringexcitedlyateachotherandstrainingtogetclosertotheGreatSeptofBaelor.Thebellswereveryloudhere.

           Aryasquirmedthroughthepress,duckingbetweenthelegsofhorsesandclutchingtighttoherswordstick.Fromthemiddleofthecrowd,allshecouldseewerearmsandlegsandstomachs,andthesevenslendertowersoftheseptloomingoverhead.Shespottedawoodwagonandthoughttoclimbuponthebackwhereshemightbeabletosee,butothershadthesameidea.Theteamstercursedatthemanddrovethemoffwithacrackofhiswhip.

           Aryagrewfrantic.Forcingherwaytothefrontofthecrowd,shewasshovedupagainstthestoneofaplinth.ShelookedupatBaelortheBlessed,theseptonking.Slidingherstickswordthroughherbelt,Aryabegantoclimb.Herbrokenthumbnailleftsmearsofbloodonthepaintedmarble,butshemadeitup,andwedgedherselfinbetweentheking’sfeet.

           Thatwaswhenshesawherfather.

           LordEddardstoodontheHighSepton’spulpitoutsidethedoorsofthesept,supportedbetweentwoofthegoldcloaks.Hewasdressedinarichgreyvelvetdoubletwithawhitewolfsewnonthefrontinbeads,andagreywoolcloaktrimmedwithfur,buthewasthinnerthanAryahadeverseenhim,hislongfacedrawnwithpain.Hewasnotstandingsomuchasbeingheldup;thecastoverhisbrokenlegwasgreyandrotten.

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