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Arya

           Yorendidn’tknowaboutthestableboy,butshewasafraidofwhathemightdoifhefoundout.Aryawasprettysurethatsomeoftheothermenwerekillerstoo,thethreeinthemanaclesforsure,butthequeenwasn’tlookingforthem,soitwasn’tthesame.

           "Lookathim,"brayedLommyGreenhands."Ibethe’sgoingtocrynow.Youwanttocry,Lumpyhead?"

           Shehadcriedinhersleepthenightbefore,dreamingofherfather.Comemorning,she’dwokenred-eyedanddry,andcouldnothaveshedanothertearifherlifehadhungonit.

           "He’sgoingtowethispants,"HotPiesuggested.

           "Leavehimbe,"saidtheboywiththeshaggyblackhairwhorodebehindthem.LommyhadnamedhimtheBull,onaccountofthishornedhelmhehadthathepolishedallthetimebutneverwore.Lommydidn’tdaremocktheBull.Hewasolder,andbigforhisage,withabroadchestandstrong-lookingarms.

           "YoubettergiveHotPiethesword,Arry,"Lommysaid."HotPiewantsitbad.Hekickedaboytodeath.He’lldothesametoyou,Ibet."

           "IknockedhimdownandIkickedhimintheballs,andIkeptkickinghimthereuntilhewasdead,"HotPieboasted."Ikickedhimalltopieces.Hisballswerebrokeopenandbloodyandhiscockturnedblack.Youbettergimmethesword."

           Aryaslidherpracticeswordfromherbelt."Youcanhavethisone,"shetoldHotPie,notwantingtofight.

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