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Arya

           

           Foramomentshehadbeenawolfagain,butWeese’sslaptookitallawayandleftherwithnothingbutthetasteofherownbloodinhermouth.She’dbittenhertonguewhenhehither.Shehatedhimforthat.

           "Youwantanother?"Weesedemanded."You’llgetittoo.I’llhavenoneofyourinsolentlooks.GetdowntothebrewhouseandtellTuffleberrythatIhavetwodozenbarrelsforhim,buthebettersendhisladstofetchthemorI’llfindsomeonewants‘emworse."Aryastartedoff,butnotquickenoughforWeese."Yourunifyouwanttoeattonight,"heshouted,hispromisesofaplumpcrispcaponalreadyforgotten."Anddon’tbegettinglostagain,orIswearI’llbeatyoubloody."

           Youwon’t,Aryathought.Youwon’teveragain.Butsheran.Theoldgodsofthenorthmusthavebeenguidinghersteps.Halfwaytothebrewhouse,asshepassingunderthestonebridgethatarchedbetweenWidow’sTowerandKingspyre,sheheardharsh,growlinglaughter.Rorgecamearoundacornerwiththreeothermen,themanticorebadgeofSerAmorysewnovertheirhearts.Whenhesawher,hestoppedandgrinned,showingamouthfulofcrookedbrownteethundertheleatherflapheworesometimestocovertheholeinhisface."Yoren’slittlecunt,"hecalledher."GuessweknowwhythatblackbastardwantedyouontheWall,don’twe?"Helaughedagain,andtheotherslaughedwithhim."Where’syoursticknow?"Rorgedemandedsuddenly,thesmilegoneasquickasithadcome.

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