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Arya

           

           "Thegodsdidhear,"Therewasaknifeinhishandsuddenly,itsbladethinasherlittlefinger.Whetheritwasmeantforherorhim,Aryacouldnotsay."Agirlwillweep.Agirlwillloseheronlyfriend."

           "You’renotmyfriend.Afriendwouldhelpme."Shesteppedawayfromhim,balancedontheballsofherfeetincasehethrewhisknife."I’dneverkillafriend."

           Jaqen’ssmilecameandwent."Agirlmight...nameanothernamethen,ifafrienddidhelp?"

           "Agirlmight,"shesaid."Ifafrienddidhelp."

           Theknifevanished."Come."

           "Now?"Shehadneverthoughthewouldactsoquickly.

           "Amanhearsthewhisperofsandinaglass.Amanwillnotsleepuntilagirlunsaysacertainname.Now,evilchild."

           I’mnotanevilchild,shethought,Iamadirewolf,andtheghostinHarrenhal.Sheputherbroomstickbackinitshidingplaceandfollowedhimfromthegodswood.

           Despitethehour,Harrenhalstirredwithfitfullife.VargoHoat’sarrivalhadthrownoffalltheroutines.Oxcarts,oxen,andhorseshadallvanishedfromtheyard,butthebearcagewasstillthere.Ithadbeenhungfromthearchedspanofthebridgethatdividedtheouterandmiddlewards,suspendedonheavychains,afewfeetofftheground.Aringoftorchesbathedtheareainlight.Someoftheboysfromthestablesweretossingstonestomakethebearroarandgrumble.

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