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Arya

           Whatwaswrongwiththem?Theyrodeallthiswayforherandhereshewasandtheywerejustsmilingather."I’mtheoneyouwant."

           "He’stheonewewant."TheofficerjabbedhisshortswordtowardtheBull,who’dcomeforwardtostandbesideher,Praed’scheapsteelinhishand.

           ButitwasamistaketotakehiseyesoffYoren,evenforaninstant.Quickasthat,theblackbrother’sswordwaspressedtotheappleoftheofficer’sthroat."Neither’stheoneyouget,lessyouwantmetoseeifyourapple’sripeyet.Igotmeten,fifteenmorebrothersinthatinn,ifyoustillneedconvincing.Iwasyou,I’dletlooseofthatgutcutter,spreadmycheeksoverthatfatlittlehorse,andgalloponbacktothecity."Hespat,andpokedharderwiththepointofhissword."Now."

           Theofficer’sfingersuncurled.Hisswordfellinthedust.

           "We’lljustkeepthat,"Yorensaid."Goodsteel’salwaysneededontheWall."

           "Asyousay.Fornow.Men."Thegoldcloakssheathedandmountedup."You’dbestscamperuptothatWallofyoursinahurry,oldman.ThenexttimeIcatchyou,IbelieveI’llhaveyourheadtogowiththebastardboy’s."

           "Bettermenthanyouhavetried."Yorenslappedtherumpoftheofficer’shorsewiththeflatofhisswordandsenthimreelingoffdownthekingsroad.Hismenfollowed

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