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Arya

           

           "Icandoit,"hesaidsullenly."Idon’tneedyoutoshowmehowtospicewine."

           Hehatesmetoo,orelsehe’sscaredofme.Shebackedaway,moresadthanangry.Whenthefoodwasready,thecookscovereditwithasilvercoverandwrappedtheflagoninathicktoweltokeepitwarm.Duskwassettlingoutside.Onthewallsthecrowsmutteredroundtheheadslikecourtiersroundaking.OneoftheguardsheldthedoortoKingspyre."Hopethat’snotweaselsoup,"hejested.

           RooseBoltonwasseatedbythehearthreadingfromathickleather-boundbookwhensheentered."Lightsomecandles,"hecommandedherasheturnedapage."Itgrowsgloomyinhere."

           Sheplacedthefoodathiselbowanddidashebidher,fillingtheroomwithflickeringlightandthescentofcloves.Boltonturnedafewmorepageswithhisfinger,thenclosedthebookandplaceditcarefullyinthefire.Hewatchedtheflamesconsumeit,paleeyesshiningwithreflectedlight.Theolddryleatherwentupwithawhoosh,andtheyellowpagesstirredastheyburned,asifsomeghostwerereadingthem."Iwillhavenofurtherneedofyoutonight,"hesaid,neverlookingather.

           Sheshouldhavegone,silentasamouse,butsomethinghadholdofher."Mylord,"sheasked,"willyoutakemewithyouwhenyouleaveHarrenhal?"

           Heturnedtostareather,andfromthelookinhiseyesitwasasifhissupperhadjustspokentohim.

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