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Arya

           Itstoppedandspitather,wakingmemoriesoftheRedKeepandherfatherandSyrioForel."IcouldcatchyouifIwanted,"shecalledtoitsoftly,"butIhavetogo,cat."Thecathissedagainandranoff.

           TheTowerofGhostswasthemostruinousofHarrenhal’sfiveimmensetowers.Itstooddarkanddesolatebehindtheremainsofacollapsedseptwhereonlyratshadcometoprayfornearthreehundredyears.ItwasthereshewaitedtoseeifGendryandHotPiewouldcome.Itseemedasthoughshewaitedalongtime.Thehorsesnibbledattheweedsthatgrewupbetweenthebrokenstoneswhilethecloudsswallowedthelastofthestars.Aryatookoutthedaggerandsharpenedittokeepherhandsbusy.Longsmoothstrokes,thewaySyriohadtaughther.Thesoundcalmedher.

           Sheheardthemcominglongbeforeshesawthem.HotPiewasbreathingheavily,andoncehestumbledinthedark,barkedhisshin,andcursedloudenoughtowakehalfofHarrenhal.Gendrywasquieter,buttheswordshewascarryingrangtogetherashemoved."HereIam."Shestood."Bequietorthey’llhearyou."

           Theboyspickedtheirwaytowardherovertumbledstones.Gendrywaswearingoiledchain-mailunderhiscloak,shesaw,andhehadhisblacksmith’shammerslungacrosshisback.HotPie’sredroundfacepeeredoutfromunderahood.Hehadasackofbreaddanglingfromhisrighthandandabigwheelofcheeseunderhisleftarm."There’saguardonthatpostern,"saidGendryquietly.

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