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Arya

           thenwhensheclimbeddownshewouldhavebeenhomeagain,andmaybefindherfathersittingundertheweirwoodwherehealwayssat.

           Shovingherswordthroughherbelt,sheslippeddownbranchtobranchuntilshewasbackontheground.Thelightofthemoonpaintedthelimbsoftheweirwoodsilvery-whiteasshemadeherwaytowardit,butthefive-pointedredleavesturnedblackbynight.Aryastaredatthefacecarvedintoitstrunk.Itwasaterribleface,itsmouthtwisted,itseyesflaringandfullofhate.Isthatwhatagodlookedlike?Couldgodsbehurt,thesameaspeople?Ishouldpray,shethoughtsuddenly.

           Aryawenttoherknees.Shewasn’tsurehowsheshouldbegin.Sheclaspedherhandstogether.Helpme,youoldgods,sheprayedsilently.HelpmegetthosemenoutofthedungeonsowecankillSerAmory,andbringmehometoWinterfell.Makemeawaterdancerandawolfandnotafraidagain,ever.

           Wasthatenough?Maybesheshouldprayaloudifshewantedtheoldgodstohear.Maybesheshouldpraylonger.Sometimesherfatherhadprayedalongtime,sheremembered.Buttheoldgodshadneverhelpedhim.Rememberingthatmadeherangry."Youshouldhavesavedhim,"shescoldedthetree."Heprayedtoyouallthetime.Idon’tcareifyouhelpmeornot.Idon’tthinkyoucouldevenifyouwantedto."

           "Godsarenotmocked,girl."

           Thevoicestartledher.Sheleapttoherfeetanddrewherwoodensword.

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