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Arya

           Tobbot,youknowhowheis,heflopsheroverandgoesinthebackway.ThegirlwasdonefightingbythetimeIhadher,maybeshe’ddecidedshelikeditafterall,thoughtotellthetruthIwouldn’thavemindedalittlewiggling.Andnowhere’sthebestbit...whenit’salldone,Sertellstheoldmanthathewantshischange.Thegirlwasn’tworthasilver,hesays...anddamnedifthatoldmandidn’tfetchafistfulofcoppers,begm’lord’spardon,andthankhimforthecustom!"

           Themenallroared,nonelouderthanChiswyckhimself,wholaughedsohardathisownstorythatsnotdribbledfromhisnosedownintohisscraggygreybeard.Aryastoodintheshadowsofthestairwellandwatchedhim.Shecreptbackdowntothecellarswithoutsayingaword.WhenWeesefoundthatshehadn’taskedabouttheclothes,heyankeddownherbreechesandcanedheruntilbloodrandownherthighs,butAryaclosedhereyesandthoughtofallthesayingsSyriohadtaughther,soshescarcelyfeltit.

           Twonightslater,hesenthertotheBarracksHalltoserveattable.ShewascarryingaflagonofwineandpouringwhensheglimpsedJaqenH’gharathistrencheracrosstheaisle.Chewingherlip,AryaglancedaroundwarilytomakecertainWeesewasnotinsight.Fearcutsdeeperthanswords,shetoldherself.

           Shetookastep,andanother,andwitheachshefeltlessamouse.Sheworkedherwaydownthebench,fillingwinecups.RorgesattoJaqen’sright,deepdrunk,buthetooknonoteofher

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