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"
The
wolf
lord
,
the
one
they
nicked
on
Baelor
’
s
steps
.
"
"
He
is
not
,
"
Arya
declared
.
My
father
only
had
one
bastard
,
and
that
’
s
Jon
.
She
stalked
off
into
the
trees
,
wishing
she
could
just
saddle
her
horse
and
ride
home
.
She
was
a
good
horse
,
a
chestnut
mare
with
a
white
blaze
on
her
forehead
.
And
Arya
had
always
been
a
good
rider
.
She
could
gallop
off
and
never
see
any
of
them
,
unless
she
wanted
to
.
Only
then
she
’
d
have
no
one
to
scout
ahead
of
her
,
or
watch
behind
,
or
stand
guard
while
she
napped
,
and
when
the
gold
cloaks
caught
her
,
she
’
d
be
all
alone
.
It
was
safer
to
stay
with
Yoren
and
the
others
.
"
We
’
re
not
far
from
Gods
Eye
,
"
the
black
brother
said
one
morning
.
"
The
kingsroad
won
’
t
be
safe
till
we
’
re
across
the
Trident
.
So
we
’
ll
come
up
around
the
lake
along
the
western
shore
,
they
’
re
not
like
to
look
for
us
there
.
"
At
the
next
spot
where
two
ruts
cut
cross
each
other
,
he
turned
the
wagons
west
.
Here
farmland
gave
way
to
forest
,
the
villages
and
holdfasts
were
smaller
and
farther
apart
,
the
hills
higher
and
the
valleys
deeper
.
Food
grew
harder
to
come
by
.
In
the
city
,
Yoren
had
loaded
up
the
wagons
with
salt
fish
,
hard
bread
,
lard
,
turnips
,
sacks
of
beans
and
barley
,
and
wheels
of
yellow
cheese
,
but
every
bite
of
it
had
been
eaten
.
Forced
to
live
off
the
land
,
Yoren
turned
to
Koss
and
Kurz
,
who
’
d
been
taken
as
poachers
.
He
would
send
them
ahead
of
the
column
,
into
the
woods
,
and
come
dusk
they
would
be
back
with
a
deer
slung
between
them
on
a
pole
or
a
brace
of
quail
swinging
from
their
belts
.
The
younger
boys
would
be
set
to
picking
blackberries
along
the
road
,
or
climbing
fences
to
fill
a
sack
with
apples
if
they
happened
upon
an
orchard
.
Arya
was
a
skilled
climber
and
a
fast
picker
,
and
she
liked
to
go
off
by
herself
.
One
day
she
came
across
a
rabbit
,
purely
by
happenstance
.
It
was
brown
and
fat
,
with
long
ears
and
a
twitchy
nose
.
Rabbits
ran
faster
than
cats
,
but
they
couldn
’
t
climb
trees
half
so
well
.
She
whacked
it
with
her
stick
and
grabbed
it
by
its
ears
,
and
Yoren
stewed
it
with
some
mushrooms
and
wild
onions
.
Arya
was
given
a
whole
leg
,
since
it
was
her
rabbit
.
She
shared
it
with
Gendry
.
The
rest
of
them
each
got
a
spoonful
,
even
the
three
in
manacles
.
Jaqen
H
’
ghar
thanked
her
politely
for
the
treat
,
and
Biter
licked
the
grease
off
his
dirty
fingers
with
a
blissful
look
,
but
Rorge
,
the
noseless
one
,
only
laughed
and
said
,
"
There
’
s
a
hunter
now
.
Lumpyface
Lumpyhead
Rabbitkiller
.
"
Outside
a
holdfast
called
Briarwhite
,
some
field
hands
surrounded
them
in
a
cornfield
,
demanding
coin
for
the
ears
they
’
d
taken
.
Yoren
eyed
their
scythes
and
tossed
them
a
few
coppers
.
"
Time
was
,
a
man
in
black
was
feasted
from
Dorne
to
Winterfell
,
and
even
high
lords
called
it
an
honor
to
shelter
him
under
their
roofs
,
"
he
said
bitterly
.
"
Now
cravens
like
you
want
hard
coin
for
a
bite
of
wormy
apple
.
"
He
spat
.
"
It
’
s
sweetcorn
,
better
’
n
a
stinking
old
black
bird
like
you
deserves
,
"
one
of
them
answered
roughly
.
"
You
get
out
of
our
field
now
,
and
take
these
sneaks
and
stabbers
with
you
,
or
we
’
ll
stake
you
up
in
the
corn
to
scare
the
other
crows
away
.
"
They
roasted
the
sweetcorn
in
the
husk
that
night
,
turning
the
ears
with
long
forked
sticks
,
and
ate
it
hot
right
off
the
cob
.
Arya
thought
it
tasted
wonderful
,
but
Yoren
was
too
angry
to
eat
.
A
cloud
seemed
to
hang
over
him
,
ragged
and
black
as
his
cloak
.
He
paced
about
the
camp
restlessly
,
muttering
to
himself
.
The
next
day
Koss
came
racing
back
to
warn
Yoren
of
a
camp
ahead
.
"
Twenty
or
thirty
men
,
in
mail
and
half
-
helms
,
"
he
said
.
"
Some
of
them
are
cut
up
bad
,
and
one
’
s
dying
,
from
the
sound
of
him
.
With
all
the
noise
he
was
making
,
I
got
right
up
close
.
They
got
spears
and
shields
,
but
only
one
horse
,
and
that
’
s
lame
.
I
think
they
been
there
awhile
,
from
the
stink
of
the
place
.
"
