Arya

           Theriverwasablue-greenribbonshininginthemorningsun.Reedsgrewthickintheshallowsalongthebanks,andAryasawawatersnakeskimmingacrossthesurface,ripplesspreadingoutbehinditasitwent.Overheadahawkflewinlazycircles.

           Itseemedapeacefulplace...untilKossspottedthedeadman."There,inthereeds."Hepointed,andAryasawit.Thebodyofasoldier,shapelessandswollen.Hissoddengreencloakhadhunguponarottedlog,andaschooloftinysilverfisheswerenibblingathisface.

           "Itoldyoutherewasbodies,"Lommyannounced."Icouldtastetheminthatwater."

           WhenYorensawthecorpse,hespat."Dobber,seeifhe’sgotanythingworththetaking.Mail,knife,abito’coin,whathaveyou."Hespurredhisgeldingandrodeoutintotheriver,butthehorsestruggledinthesoftmudandbeyondthereedsthewaterdeepened.Yorenrodebackangry,hishorsecoveredinbrownslimeuptotheknees."Wewon’tbecrossinghere.Koss,you’llcomewithmeupriver,lookforaford.Woth,Gerren,yougodownstream.Theresto’youwaithere.Putaguardout."

           Dobberfoundaleatherpurseinthedeadman’sbelt.Insidewerefourcoppersandalittlehankofblondhairtiedupwitharedribbon.

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