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Arya

           Thensherealizedtheyweremenwithtorches,gallopingbetweenthehouses.Shesawaroofgoup,flameslickingatthebellyofthenightwithhotorangetonguesasthethatchcaught.Anotherfollowed,andthenanother,andsoontherewerefiresblazingeverywhere.

           Gendryclimbedupbesideher,wearinghishelm."Howmany?"

           Aryatriedtocount,buttheywereridingtoofast,torchesspinningthroughtheairastheyflungthem."Ahundred,"shesaid."Twohundred,Idon’tknow."Overtheroaroftheflames,shecouldhearshouts."They’llcomeforussoon."

           "There,"Gendrysaid,pointing.

           Acolumnofridersmovedbetweentheburningbuildingstowardtheholdfast.Firelightglitteredoffmetalhelmsandspatteredtheirmailandplatewithorangeandyellowhighlights.Onecarriedabanneronatalllance.Shethoughtitwasred,butitwashardtotellinthenight,withthefiresroaringallaround.Everythingseemedredorblackororange.

           Thefireleaptfromonehousetoanother.Aryasawatreeconsumed,theflamescreepingacrossitsbranchesuntilitstoodagainstthenightinrobesoflivingorange.Everyonewasawakenow,manningthecatwalksorstrugglingwiththefrightenedanimalsbelow.ShecouldhearYorenshoutingcommands.Somethingbumpedagainstherleg,andsheglanceddowntodiscoverthecryinggirlclutchingher."Getaway!"Shewrenchedherlegfree."Whatareyoudoinguphere?Runandhidesomeplace,youstupid."

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