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Arya

           HarrentheBlackhadmixedhumanbloodinthemortar,Nanusedtosay,droppinghervoicesothechildrenwouldneedtoleanclosetohear,butAegon’sdragonshadroastedHarrenandallhissonswithintheirgreatwallsofstone.Aryachewedherlipasshewalkedalongonfeetgrownhardwithcallus.Itwouldnotbemuchlonger,shetoldherself;thosetowerscouldnotbemorethanafewmilesoff.

           YettheywalkedallthatdayandmostofthenextbeforeatlasttheyreachedthefringesofLordTywin’sarmy,encampedwestofthecastleamidstthescorchedremainsofatown.Harrenhalwasdeceptivefromafar,becauseitwassohuge.Itscolossalcurtainwallsrosebesidethelake,sheerandsuddenasmountaincliffs,whileatoptheirbattlementstherowsofwood-and-ironscorpionslookedassmallasthebugsforwhichtheywerenamed.

           ThestinkoftheLannisterhostreachedAryawellbeforeshecouldmakeoutthedevicesonthebannersthatsproutedalongthelakeshore,atopthepavilionsofthewestermen.Fromthesmell,AryacouldtellthatLordTywinhadbeenheresometime.Thelatrinesthatringedtheencampmentwereoverflowingandswarmingwithflies,andshesawfaintgreenishfuzzonmanyofthesharpenedstakesthatprotectedtheperimeters.

           Harrenhal’sgatehouse,itselfaslargeasWinterfell’sGreatKeep,wasasscarredasitwasmassive,itsstonesfissuredanddiscolored.Fromoutside,onlythetopsoffiveimmensetowerscouldbeseenbeyondthewalls.

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