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Woth
agreed
.
"
Never
saw
no
wolf
could
storm
a
holdfast
.
"
Hot
Pie
was
saying
,
"
I
never
heard
nothing
.
"
"
It
was
a
wolf
,
"
she
shouted
at
them
as
she
yanked
on
her
second
boot
.
"
Something
’
s
wrong
,
someone
’
s
coming
,
get
up
!
"
Before
they
could
hoot
her
down
again
,
the
sound
came
shuddering
through
the
night
—
only
it
was
no
wolf
this
time
,
it
was
Kurz
blowing
his
hunting
horn
,
sounding
danger
.
In
a
heartbeat
,
all
of
them
were
pulling
on
clothes
and
snatching
for
whatever
weapons
they
owned
.
Arya
ran
for
the
gate
as
the
horn
sounded
again
.
As
she
dashed
past
the
barn
,
Biter
threw
himself
furiously
against
his
chains
,
and
Jaqen
H
’
ghar
called
out
from
the
back
of
their
wagon
.
"
Boy
!
Sweet
boy
!
Is
it
war
,
red
war
?
Boy
,
free
us
.
A
man
can
fight
.
Boy
!
"
She
ignored
him
and
plunged
on
.
By
then
she
could
hear
horses
and
shouts
beyond
the
wall
.
She
scrambled
up
onto
the
catwalk
.
The
parapets
were
a
bit
too
high
and
Arya
a
bit
too
short
;
she
had
to
wedge
her
toes
into
the
holes
between
the
stones
to
see
over
.
For
a
moment
she
thought
the
town
was
full
of
lantern
bugs
.
Then
she
realized
they
were
men
with
torches
,
galloping
between
the
houses
.
She
saw
a
roof
go
up
,
flames
licking
at
the
belly
of
the
night
with
hot
orange
tongues
as
the
thatch
caught
.
Another
followed
,
and
then
another
,
and
soon
there
were
fires
blazing
everywhere
.
Gendry
climbed
up
beside
her
,
wearing
his
helm
.
"
How
many
?
"
Arya
tried
to
count
,
but
they
were
riding
too
fast
,
torches
spinning
through
the
air
as
they
flung
them
.
"
A
hundred
,
"
she
said
.
"
Two
hundred
,
I
don
’
t
know
.
"
Over
the
roar
of
the
flames
,
she
could
hear
shouts
.
"
They
’
ll
come
for
us
soon
.
"
"
There
,
"
Gendry
said
,
pointing
.
A
column
of
riders
moved
between
the
burning
buildings
toward
the
holdfast
.
Firelight
glittered
off
metal
helms
and
spattered
their
mail
and
plate
with
orange
and
yellow
highlights
.
One
carried
a
banner
on
a
tall
lance
.
She
thought
it
was
red
,
but
it
was
hard
to
tell
in
the
night
,
with
the
fires
roaring
all
around
.
Everything
seemed
red
or
black
or
orange
.
