Arya

           Theheadshadbeendippedintartoslowtherot.EverymorningwhenAryawenttothewelltodrawfreshwaterforRooseBolton’sbasin,shehadtopassbeneaththem.Theyfacedoutward,sosheneversawtheirfaces,butshelikedtopretendthatoneofthemwasJoffrey’s.Shetriedtopicturehowhisprettyfacewouldlookdippedintar.IfIwasacrowIcouldflydownandpeckoffhisstupidfatpoutylips.

           Theheadsneverlackedforattendants.Thecarrioncrowswheeledaboutthegatehouseinraucousunkindnessandquarreledupontherampartsovereveryeye,screamingandcawingateachotherandtakingtotheairwheneverasentrypassedalongthebattlements.Sometimesthemaester’sravensjoinedthefeastaswell,flappingdownfromtherookeryonwideblackwings.Whentheravenscamethecrowswouldscatter,onlytoreturnthemomentthelargerbirdsweregone.

           DotheravensrememberMaesterTothmure?Aryawondered.Aretheysadforhim?Whentheyquorkathim,dotheywonderwhyhedoesn’tanswer?Perhapsthedeadcouldspeaktotheminsomesecrettonguethelivingcouldnothear.

           TothmurehadbeensenttotheaxefordispatchingbirdstoCasterlyRockandKing’sLandingthenightHarrenhalhadfallen,LucanthearmorerformakingweaponsfortheLannisters,GoodwifeHarrafortellingLadyWhent’shouseholdtoservethem,thestewardforgivingLordTywinthekeystothetreasurevault.

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