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Arya

           Sheshovedthegirlaway.

           Theridersreinedupbeforethegates."Youintheholdfast!"shoutedaknightinatallhelmwithaspikedcrest."Open,inthenameoftheking!"

           "Aye,andwhichkingisthat?"oldReysenyelledbackdown,beforeWothcuffedhimintosilence.

           Yorenclimbedthebattlementbesidethegate,hisfadedblackcloaktiedtoawoodenstaff."Youmenholddownhere!"heshouted."Thetownfolk’sgone."

           "Andwhoareyou,oldman?OneofLordBeric’scravens?"calledtheknightinthespikedhelm."IfthatfatfoolThorosisinthere,askhimhowhelikesthesefires."

           "Gotnosuchmanhere,"Yorenshoutedback."OnlysomeladsfortheWatch.Gotnoparto’yourwar."Hehoistedupthestaff,sotheycouldallseethecolorofhiscloak."Havealook.That’sblack,fortheNight’sWatch."

           "OrblackforHouseDondarrion,"calledthemanwhoboretheenemybanner.Aryacouldseeitscolorsmoreclearlynowinthelightoftheburningtown:agoldenliononred."LordBeric’ssigilisapurplelightningboltonablackfield."

           SuddenlyAryarememberedthemorningshehadthrowntheorangeinSansa’sfaceandgottenjuicealloverherstupidivorysilkgown.Therehadbeensomesouthronlordlingatthetourney,hersister’sstupidfriendJeynewasinlovewithhim.

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