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Arya

           Andifitwastrue,I’djustflyaway,flyuppastthemoonandtheshiningstars,andseeallthethingsinOldNan’sstories,dragonsandseamonstersandtheTitanofBraavos,andmaybeIwouldn’teverflybackunlessIwantedto.

           Thehuntingpartyreturnednearevenfallwithninedeadwolves.Sevenwereadults,biggrey-brownbeasts,savageandpowerful,theirmouthsdrawnbackoverlongyellowteethbytheirdyingsnarls.Buttheothertwohadonlybeenpups.LordBoltongaveordersfortheskinstobesewnintoablanketforhisbed."Cubsstillhavethatsoftfur,mylord,"oneofhismenpointedout."Makeyouanicewarmpairofgloves."

           Boltonglancedupatthebannerswavingabovethegatehousetowers."AstheStarksarewonttoremindus,winteriscoming.Haveitdone."WhenhesawAryalookingon,hesaid,"Nan,I’llwantaflagonofhotspicewine,Itookachillinthewoods.Seethatitdoesn’tgetcold.I’mofamindtosupalone.Barleybread,butter,andboar."

           "Atonce,mylord."Thatwasalwaysthebestthingtosay.

           HotPiewasmakingoatcakeswhensheenteredthekitchen.Threeothercookswereboningfish,whileaspitboyturnedaboarovertheflames."Mylordwantshissupper,andhotspicewinetowashitdown,"Aryaannounced,"andhedoesn’twantitcold."Oneofthecookswashedhishands,tookoutakettle,andfilleditwithaheavy,sweetred.HotPiewastoldtocrumbleinthespicesasthewineheated.Aryawenttohelp.

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