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"
You
do
?
Are
they
bigger
than
you
,
or
littler
?
"
I
shouldn
’
t
be
talking
like
this
.
Yoren
said
I
should
keep
my
mouth
shut
.
"
Bigger
,
"
she
lied
.
"
They
have
swords
too
,
big
longswords
,
and
they
showed
me
how
to
kill
people
who
bother
me
.
"
"
I
was
talking
,
not
bothering
.
"
Hot
Pie
went
off
and
let
her
alone
and
Arya
curled
up
on
her
pallet
.
She
could
hear
the
crying
girl
from
the
far
side
of
the
haven
.
I
wish
she
’
d
just
be
quiet
.
Why
does
she
have
to
cry
all
the
time
?
She
must
have
slept
,
though
she
never
remembered
closing
her
eyes
.
She
dreamed
a
wolf
was
howling
,
and
the
sound
was
so
terrible
that
it
woke
her
at
once
.
Arya
sat
up
on
her
pallet
with
her
heart
thumping
.
"
Hot
Pie
,
wake
up
.
"
She
scrambled
to
her
feet
.
"
Woth
,
Gendry
,
didn
’
t
you
hear
?
"
She
pulled
on
a
boot
.
All
around
her
,
men
and
boys
stirred
and
crawled
from
their
pallets
.
"
What
’
s
wrong
?
"
Hot
Pie
asked
.
"
Hear
what
?
"
Gendry
wanted
to
know
.
"
Arry
had
a
bad
dream
,
"
someone
else
said
.
"
No
,
I
heard
it
,
"
she
insisted
.
"
A
wolf
.
"
"
Arry
has
wolves
in
his
head
,
"
sneered
Lommy
.
"
Let
them
howl
,
"
Gerren
said
,
"
they
’
re
out
there
,
we
’
re
in
here
.
"
