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Arya

           Whenshetriedtobite,herteethsnappedshutoncolddirtychain-mail."Oho,afierceone,"themansaid,laughing.Theblowfromhisiron-cladfistnearknockedherheadoff.

           Theytalkedoverherasshelayhurting,butAryacouldnotseemtounderstandthewords.Herearsrang.Whenshetriedtocrawloff,theearthmovedbeneathher.TheytookNeedle.Theshameofthathurtworsethanthepain,andthepainhurtalot.Jonhadgivenherthatsword.Syriohadtaughthertouseit.

           Finallysomeonegrabbedthefrontofherjerkin,yankedhertoherknees.HotPiewaskneelingtoo,beforethetallestmanAryahadeverseen,amonsterfromoneofOldNan’sstories.Sheneversawwherethegianthadcomefrom.Threeblackdogsracedacrosshisfadedyellowsurcoat,andhisfacelookedashardasifithadbeencutfromstone.SuddenlyAryaknewwhereshehadseenthosedogsbefore.ThenightofthetourneyatKing’sLanding,alltheknightshadhungtheirshieldsoutsidetheirpavilions."ThatonebelongstotheHound’sbrother,"Sansahadconfidedwhentheypassedtheblackdogsontheyellowfield."He’sevenbiggerthanHodor,you’llsee.TheycallhimtheMountainThatRides."

           Aryaletherheaddroop,onlyhalfawareofwhatwasgoingonaroundher.HotPiewasyieldingsomemore.TheMountainsaid,"You’llleadustotheseothers,"andwalkedoff.

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