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Arya

           MaybeVargoHoatwasafraidtomakeRobbangry.Thoughhedidn’tseemthesorttobeafraidofanyone.

           HotPiewasstirringthekettleswithalongwoodenspoonwhenAryareturnedtothekitchens.Shegrabbedupasecondspoonandstartedtohelp.Foramomentshethoughtmaybesheshouldtellhim,butthensherememberedthevillageanddecidednotto.He’donlyyieldagain.

           ThensheheardtheuglysoundofRorge’svoice."Cook,"heshouted."We’lltakeyourbloodybroth."Aryaletgoofthespoonindismay.Inevertoldhimtobringthem.Rorgeworehisironhelmet,withthenasalthathalfhidhismissingnose.JaqenandBiterfollowedhimintothekitchen.

           "Thebloodybrothisn’tbloodyreadyyet,"thecooksaid."Itneedstosimmer.Weonlynowputintheonionsand"

           "Shutyourhole,orI’llshoveaspitupyourassandwe’llbasteyouforaturnortwo.IsaidbrothandIsaidnow."

           Hissing,Bitergrabbedahandfulofhalf-charredrabbitrightoffthespit,andtoreintoitwithhispointedteethwhilehoneydrippedbetweenhisfingers.

           Thecookwasbeaten."Takeyourbloodybroth,then,butifthegoataskswhyittastessothin,youtellhim."

           BiterlickedthegreaseandhoneyoffhisfingersasJaqenH’ghardonnedapairofheavypaddedmitts.HegaveasecondpairtoArya."Aweaselwillhelp."Thebrothwasboiling-hot,andthekettleswereheavy.

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