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Arya

           Thefirstmanthroughwasthelordwiththemailedfistonhissurcoat."Welldone,"hesaid."IamRobettGlover."

           "Mylord."Jaqengavehimabow.

           Oncefreed,thecaptivesstrippedthedeadguardsoftheirweaponsanddartedupthestepswithsteelinhand.Theirfellowscrowdedafterthem,bare-handed.Theywentswiftly,andwithscarcelyaword.NoneofthemseemedquitesobadlywoundedastheyhadwhenVargoHoathadmarchedthemthroughthegatesofHarrenhal."Thisofthesoup,thatwasclever,"themanGloverwassaying."Ididnotexpectthat.WasitLordHoat’sidea?"

           Rorgebegantolaugh.Helaughedsohardthatsnotflewouttheholewherehisnosehadbeen.Bitersatontopofoneofthedeadmen,holdingalimphandashegnawedatthefingers.Bonescrackedbetweenhisteeth.

           "Whoareyoumen?"AcreaseappearedbetweenRobettGlover’sbrows."YouwerenotwithHoatwhenhecametoLordBolton’sencampment.AreyouoftheBraveCompanions?"

           Rorgewipedthesnotoffhischinwiththebackofhishand."Wearenow."

           "ThismanhasthehonortobeJaqenH’ghar,onceoftheFreeCityofLorath.Thisman’sdiscourteouscompanionsarenamedRorgeandBiter.AlordwillknowwhichisBiter."HewavedahandtowardArya."Andhere"

           "I’mWeasel,"sheblurted,beforehecouldtellwhoshereallywas.

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