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Arya

           

           Aryawentoutside,stiffwithfury."Theydon’t,"shemuttered,kickingatarockasshestalkedoff.Itwentrollingandfetchedupunderthewagons.

           "Boy,"afriendlyvoicecalledout."Lovelyboy."

           Oneofthemeninironswastalkingtoher.Warily,Aryaapproachedthewagon,onehandonNeedle’shilt.

           Theprisonerliftedanemptytankard,hischainsrattling."Amancoulduseanothertasteofbeer.Amanhasathirst,wearingtheseheavybracelets."Hewastheyoungestofthethree,slender,fine-featured,alwayssmiling.Hishairwasredononesideandwhiteontheother,allmattedandfilthyfromcageandtravel."Amancoulduseabathtoo,"hesaid,whenhesawthewayAryawaslookingathim."Aboycouldmakeafriend."

           "Ihavefriends,"Aryasaid.

           "NoneIcansee,"saidtheonewithoutanose.Hewassquatandthick,withhugehands.Blackhaircoveredhisarmsandlegsandchest,evenhisback.HeremindedAryaofadrawingshehadonceseeninabook,ofanapefromtheSummerIsles.Theholeinhisfacemadeithardtolookathimforlong.

           Thebaldoneopenedhismouthandhissedlikesomeimmensewhitelizard.WhenAryaflinchedback,startled,heopenedhismouthwideandwaggledhistongueather,onlyitwasmoreastumpthanatongue."Stopthat,"sheblurted.

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