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Yoren
spat
.
"
There
’
s
for
your
ghosts
.
"
He
tossed
the
stick
down
in
the
mud
.
"
Mount
up
.
"
Arya
was
remembering
the
stories
Old
Nan
used
to
tell
of
Harrenhal
.
Evil
King
Harren
had
walled
himself
up
inside
,
so
Aegon
unleashed
his
dragons
and
turned
the
castle
into
a
pyre
.
Nan
said
that
fiery
spirits
still
haunted
the
blackened
towers
.
Sometimes
men
went
to
sleep
safe
in
their
beds
and
were
found
dead
in
the
morning
,
all
burnt
up
.
Arya
didn
’
t
really
believe
that
,
and
anyhow
it
had
all
happened
a
long
time
ago
.
Hot
Pie
was
being
silly
;
it
wouldn
’
t
be
ghosts
at
Harrenhal
,
it
would
be
knights
.
Arya
could
reveal
herself
to
Lady
Whent
,
and
the
knights
would
escort
her
home
and
keep
her
safe
.
That
was
what
knights
did
;
they
kept
you
safe
,
especially
women
.
Maybe
Lady
Whent
would
even
help
the
crying
girl
.
The
river
track
was
no
kingsroad
,
yet
it
was
not
half
bad
for
what
it
was
,
and
for
once
the
wagons
rolled
along
smartly
.
They
saw
the
first
house
an
hour
shy
of
evenfall
,
a
snug
little
thatch
-
roofed
cottage
surrounded
by
fields
of
wheat
.
Yoren
rode
out
ahead
,
hallooing
,
but
got
no
answer
.
"
Dead
,
might
be
.
Or
hiding
.
Dobber
,
Rey
,
with
me
.
"
The
three
men
went
into
the
cottage
.
"
Pots
is
gone
,
no
sign
o
’
any
coin
laid
by
,
"
Yoren
muttered
when
they
returned
.
"
No
animals
.
Run
,
most
like
.
Might
be
we
met
‘
em
on
the
kingsroad
.
"
At
least
the
house
and
field
had
not
been
burned
,
and
there
were
no
corpses
about
.
Tarber
found
a
garden
out
back
,
and
they
pulled
some
onions
and
radishes
and
filled
a
sack
with
cabbages
before
they
went
on
their
way
.
A
little
farther
up
the
road
,
they
glimpsed
a
forester
’
s
cabin
surrounded
by
old
trees
and
neatly
stacked
logs
ready
for
the
splitting
,
and
later
a
ramshackle
stilt
-
house
leaning
over
the
river
on
poles
ten
feet
tall
,
both
deserted
.
They
passed
more
fields
,
wheat
and
corn
and
barley
ripening
in
the
sun
,
but
here
there
were
no
men
sitting
in
trees
,
nor
walking
the
rows
with
scythes
.
Finally
the
town
came
into
view
;
a
cluster
of
white
houses
spread
out
around
the
walls
of
the
holdfast
,
a
big
sept
with
a
shingled
wooden
roof
,
the
lord
’
s
towerhouse
sitting
on
a
small
rise
to
the
west
.
.
.
and
no
sign
of
any
people
,
anywhere
.
Yoren
sat
on
his
horse
,
frowning
through
his
tangle
of
beard
.
"
Don
’
t
like
it
,
"
he
said
,
"
but
there
it
is
.
We
’
ll
go
have
us
a
look
.
A
careful
look
.
See
maybe
there
’
s
some
folk
hiding
.
Might
be
they
left
a
boat
behind
,
or
some
weapons
we
can
use
.
"
The
black
brother
left
ten
to
guard
the
wagons
and
the
whimpery
little
girl
,
and
split
the
rest
of
them
into
four
groups
of
five
to
search
the
town
.
"
Keep
your
eyes
and
ears
open
,
"
he
warned
them
,
before
he
rode
off
to
the
towerhouse
to
see
if
there
was
any
sign
of
the
lordling
or
his
guards
.
Arya
found
herself
with
Gendry
,
Hot
Pie
,
and
Lommy
.
Squat
,
kettle
-
bellied
Woth
had
pulled
an
oar
on
a
galley
once
,
which
made
him
the
next
best
thing
they
had
to
a
sailor
,
so
Yoren
told
him
to
take
them
down
to
the
lakefront
and
see
if
they
could
find
a
boat
.
As
they
rode
between
the
silent
white
houses
,
gooseprickles
crawled
up
Arya
’
s
arms
.
This
empty
town
frightened
her
almost
as
much
as
the
burnt
holdfast
where
they
’
d
found
the
crying
girl
and
the
one
-
armed
woman
.
Why
would
people
run
off
and
leave
their
homes
and
everything
?
What
could
scare
them
so
much
?
The
sun
was
low
to
the
west
,
and
the
houses
cast
long
dark
shadows
.
A
sudden
clap
of
sound
made
Arya
reach
for
Needle
,
but
it
was
only
a
shutter
banging
in
the
wind
.
After
the
open
river
shore
,
the
closeness
of
the
town
unnerved
her
.
When
she
glimpsed
the
lake
ahead
between
houses
and
trees
,
Arya
put
her
knees
into
her
horse
,
galloping
past
Woth
and
Gendry
.
She
burst
out
onto
the
grassy
sward
beside
the
pebbled
shore
.
The
setting
sun
made
the
tranquil
surface
of
the
water
shimmer
like
a
sheet
of
beaten
copper
.
It
was
the
biggest
lake
she
had
ever
seen
,
with
no
hint
of
a
far
shore
.
