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Arya

           Theairwasswirlingwithsmoke,thebackwallasheetoffiregroundtoroof.Theirhorsesanddonkeyswerekickingandrearingandscreaming.Thepooranimals,Aryathought.Thenshesawthewagon,andthethreemenmanacledtoitsbed.Biterwasflinginghimselfagainstthechains,bloodrunningdownhisarmsfromwheretheironsclaspedhiswrists.Rorgescreamedcurses,kickingatthewood."Boy!"calledJaqenH’ghar."Sweetboy!"

           Theopentrapwasonlyafewfeetahead,butthefirewasspreadingfast,consumingtheoldwoodanddrystrawfasterthanshewouldhavebelieved.AryarememberedtheHound’shorribleburnedface."Tunnel’snarrow,"Gendryshouted."Howdowegetherthrough?"

           "Pullher,"Aryasaid."Pushher."

           "Goodboys,kindboys,"calledJaqenH’ghar,coughing.

           "Getthesefuckingchainsoff!"Rorgescreamed.

           Gendryignoredthem."Yougofirst,thenher,thenme.Hurry,it’salongway."

           "Whenyousplitthefirewood,"Aryaremembered,"wheredidyouleavetheaxe?"

           "Outbythehaven."Hesparedaglanceforthechainedmen."I’dsavethedonkeysfirst.There’snotime."

           "Youtakeher!"sheyelled."Yougetherout!Youdoit!"Thefirebeatatherbackwithhotredwingsasshefledtheburningbarn.Itfeltblessedlycooloutside,butmenweredyingallaroundher.

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