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Arya

           

           "It’ssweetcorn,better’nastinkingoldblackbirdlikeyoudeserves,"oneofthemansweredroughly."Yougetoutofourfieldnow,andtakethesesneaksandstabberswithyou,orwe’llstakeyouupinthecorntoscaretheothercrowsaway."

           Theyroastedthesweetcorninthehuskthatnight,turningtheearswithlongforkedsticks,andateithotrightoffthecob.Aryathoughtittastedwonderful,butYorenwastooangrytoeat.Acloudseemedtohangoverhim,raggedandblackashiscloak.Hepacedaboutthecamprestlessly,mutteringtohimself.

           ThenextdayKosscameracingbacktowarnYorenofacampahead."Twentyorthirtymen,inmailandhalf-helms,"hesaid."Someofthemarecutupbad,andone’sdying,fromthesoundofhim.Withallthenoisehewasmaking,Igotrightupclose.Theygotspearsandshields,butonlyonehorse,andthat’slame.Ithinktheybeenthereawhile,fromthestinkoftheplace."

           "Seeabanner?"

           "Spottedtreecat,yellowandblack,onamud-brownfield."

           Yorenfoldedasourleafintohismouthandchewed."Can’tsay,"headmitted."Mightbeoneside,mightbet’other.Ifthey’rehurtthatbad,likelythey’dtakeourmountsnomatterwhotheyare.Mightbethey’dtakemorethanthat.Ibelievewe’llgowidearoundthem."Ittookthemmilesoutoftheirway,andcostthemtwodaysattheleast,buttheoldmansaiditwascheapattheprice.

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