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Arya

           Aryawouldwaituntilsheheardhimsnoring,thencreepbarefootuptheservants’stair,makingnomorenoisethanthemouseshe’dbeen.Shecarriedneithercandlenortaper.Syriohadtoldheroncethatdarknesscouldbeherfriend,andhewasright.Ifshehadthemoonandthestarstoseeby,thatwasenough."Ibetwecouldescape,andPinkeyewouldn’tevennoticeIwasgone,"shetoldHotPie.

           "Idon’twanttoescape.It’sbetterherethanitwasinthemwoods.Idon’twanttoeatnoworms.Here,sprinklesomeflourontheboard."

           Aryacockedherhead."What’sthat?"

           "What?Idon’t"

           "Listenwithyourears,notyourmouth.Thatwasawarhorn.Twoblasts,didn’tyouhear?Andthere,that’stheportcullischains,someone’sgoingoutorcomingin.Wanttogosee?"ThegatesofHarrenhalhadnotbeenopenedsincethemorningLordTywinhadmarchedwithhishost.

           "I’mmakingthemorningbread,"HotPiecomplained."AnyhowIdon’tlikeitwhenit’sdark,Itoldyou."

           "I’mgoing.I’lltellyouafter.CanIhaveatart?"

           "No."

           Shefilchedoneanyway,andateitonherwayout.Itwasstuffedwithchoppednutsandfruitandcheese,thecrustflakyandstillwarmfromtheoven.EatingSerAmory’startmadeAryafeeldaring.Barefootsurefootlightfoot,shesangunderherbreath.IamtheghostinHarrenhal.

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