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Arya

           

           JaqenH’gharclosedhiseyesagain,floatinglanguid,half-asleep."Tellhislordshipamanshallattendhimathisleisure."Hishandmovedsuddenly,splashinghotwaterather,andAryahadtoleapbacktokeepfromgettingdrenched.

           WhenshetoldTuffleberrywhatWeesehadsaid,thebrewercursedloudly."YoutellWeesemyladsgotdutiestoattendto,andyoutellhimhe’sapox-riddenbastardtoo,andthesevenhellswillfreezeoverbeforehegetsanotherhornofmyale.I’llhavethembarrelswithinthehourorLordTywinwillhearofit,seeifhedon’t."

           WeesecursedtoowhenAryabroughtbackthatmessage,eventhoughsheleftoutthepox-riddenbastardpart.Hefumedandthreatened,butintheendheroundedupsixmenandsentthemoffgrumblingtofetchthebarrelsdowntothebrewhouse.

           Supperthateveningwasathinstewofbarley,onion,andcarrots,withawedgeofstalebrownbread.OneofthewomenhadtakentosleepinginWeese’sbed,andshegotapieceofripebluecheeseaswell,andawingoffthecaponthatWeesehadspokenofthatmorning.Heatetheresthimself,thegreaserunningdowninashinylinethroughtheboilsthatfesteredatthecornerofhismouth.ThebirdwasalmostgonewhenheglancedupfromhistrencherandsawAryastaring."Weasel,comehere."

           Afewmouthfulsofdarkmeatstillclungtoonethigh.Heforgot,butnowhe’sremembered,Aryathought.ItmadeherfeelbadfortellingJaqentokillhim.

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