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Arya

           

           Itcouldn’tbe,Aryathought,butwhensheglancedback,theywereridingupthekingsroad,sixintheblackringmailandgoldencloaksoftheCityWatch.Onewasanofficer;heworeablackenamelbreastplateornamentedwithfourgoldendisks.Theydrewupinfrontoftheinn.Lookwithyoureyes,Syrio’svoiceseemedtowhisper.Hereyessawwhitelatherundertheirsaddles;thehorseshadbeenriddenlongandhard.Calmasstillwater,shetooktheBullbythearmanddrewhimbackbehindatallfloweringhedge.

           "Whatisit?"heasked."Whatareyoudoing?Letgo."

           "Quietasashadow,"shewhispered,pullinghimdown.

           SomeofYoren’sotherchargesweresittinginfrontofthebathhouse,waitingtheirturnatatub."Youmen,"oneofthegoldcloaksshouted."Youtheoneslefttotaketheblack?"

           "Wemightbe,"camethecautiousanswer.

           "We’dratherjoinyouboys,"oldReysensaid."Wehearit’scoldonthatWall."

           Thegoldcloakofficerdismounted."Ihaveawarrantforacertainboy"

           Yorensteppedoutoftheinn,fingeringhistangledblackbeard."Whoisitwantsthisboy?"

           Theothergoldcloaksweredismountingtostandbesidetheirhorses."Whyarewehiding?"theBullwhispered.

           "It’smetheywant,"Aryawhisperedback.Hisearsmelledofsoap."Youbequiet."

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