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Hot
Pie
dropped
his
shortsword
when
he
tried
to
unsheath
it
.
Arya
shoved
the
blade
back
into
his
hand
.
"
I
don
’
t
know
how
to
sword
-
fight
,
"
he
said
,
white
-
eyed
.
"
It
’
s
easy
,
"
Arya
said
,
but
the
lie
died
in
her
throat
as
a
hand
grasped
the
top
of
the
parapet
.
She
saw
it
by
the
light
of
the
burning
town
,
so
clear
that
it
was
as
if
time
had
stopped
.
The
fingers
were
blunt
,
callused
,
wiry
black
hairs
grew
between
the
knuckles
,
there
was
dirt
under
the
nail
of
the
thumb
.
Fear
cuts
deeper
than
swords
,
she
remembered
as
the
top
of
a
pot
-
helm
loomed
up
behind
the
hand
.
She
slashed
down
hard
,
and
Needle
’
s
castle
-
forged
steel
bit
into
the
grasping
fingers
between
the
knuckles
.
"
Winterfell
!
"
she
screamed
.
Blood
spurted
,
fingers
flew
,
and
the
helmed
face
vanished
as
suddenly
as
it
had
appeared
.
"
Behind
!
"
Hot
Pie
yelled
.
Arya
whirled
.
The
second
man
was
bearded
and
helmetless
,
his
dirk
between
his
teeth
to
leave
both
hands
free
for
climbing
.
As
he
swung
his
leg
over
the
parapet
,
she
drove
her
point
at
his
eyes
.
Needle
never
touched
him
;
he
reeled
backward
and
fell
.
I
hope
he
falls
on
his
face
and
cuts
off
his
tongue
.
"
Watch
them
,
not
me
!
"
she
screamed
at
Hot
Pie
.
The
next
time
someone
tried
to
climb
their
part
of
the
wall
,
the
boy
hacked
at
his
hands
with
his
shortsword
until
the
man
dropped
away
.
Ser
Amory
had
no
ladders
,
but
the
holdfast
walls
were
rough
-
cut
and
unmortared
,
easy
to
climb
,
and
there
seemed
to
be
no
end
to
the
foes
.
For
each
one
Arya
cut
or
stabbed
or
shoved
back
,
another
was
coming
over
the
wall
.
The
knight
in
the
spiked
helm
reached
the
rampart
,
but
Yoren
tangled
his
black
banner
around
his
spike
,
and
forced
the
point
of
his
dirk
through
his
armor
while
the
man
was
fighting
the
cloth
.
Every
time
Arya
looked
up
,
more
torches
were
flying
,
trailing
long
tongues
of
flame
that
lingered
behind
her
eyes
.
She
saw
a
gold
lion
on
a
red
banner
and
thought
of
Joffrey
,
wishing
he
was
here
so
she
could
drive
Needle
through
his
sneery
face
.
When
four
men
assaulted
the
gate
with
axes
,
Koss
shot
them
down
with
arrows
,
one
by
one
.
Dobber
wrestled
a
man
off
the
walk
,
and
Lommy
smashed
his
head
with
a
rock
before
he
could
rise
,
and
hooted
until
he
saw
the
knife
in
Dobber
’
s
belly
and
realized
he
wouldn
’
t
be
getting
up
either
.
Arya
jumped
over
a
dead
boy
no
older
than
Jon
,
lying
with
his
arm
cut
off
.
She
didn
’
t
think
she
’
d
done
it
,
but
she
wasn
’
t
sure
.
She
heard
Qyle
beg
for
mercy
before
a
knight
with
a
wasp
on
his
shield
smashed
his
face
in
with
a
spiked
mace
.
Everything
smelled
of
blood
and
smoke
and
iron
and
piss
,
but
after
a
time
it
seemed
like
that
was
only
one
smell
.
She
never
saw
how
the
skinny
man
got
over
the
wall
,
but
when
he
did
she
fell
on
him
with
Gendry
and
Hot
Pie
.
Gendry
’
s
sword
shattered
on
the
man
’
s
helm
,
tearing
it
off
his
head
.
Underneath
he
was
bald
and
scared
-
looking
,
with
missing
teeth
and
a
speckly
grey
beard
,
but
even
as
she
was
feeling
sorry
for
him
she
was
killing
him
,
shouting
,
"
Winterfell
!
Winterfell
!
"
while
Hot
Pie
screamed
"
Hot
Pie
!
"
beside
her
as
he
hacked
at
the
man
’
s
scrawny
neck
.
When
the
skinny
man
was
dead
,
Gendry
stole
his
sword
and
leapt
down
into
the
yard
to
fight
some
more
.
Arya
looked
past
him
,
and
saw
steel
shadows
running
through
the
holdfast
,
firelight
shining
off
mail
and
blades
,
and
she
knew
that
they
’
d
gotten
over
the
wall
somewhere
,
or
broken
through
at
the
postern
.
She
jumped
down
beside
Gendry
,
landing
the
way
Syrio
had
taught
her
.
The
night
rang
to
the
clash
of
steel
and
the
cries
of
the
wounded
and
dying
.
For
a
moment
Arya
stood
uncertain
,
not
knowing
which
way
to
go
.
Death
was
all
around
her
.
And
then
Yoren
was
there
,
shaking
her
,
screaming
in
her
face
.
"
Boy
!
"
he
yelled
,
the
way
he
always
yelled
it
.
"
Get
out
,
it
’
s
done
,
we
’
ve
lost
.
Herd
up
all
you
can
,
you
and
him
and
the
others
,
the
boys
,
you
get
them
out
.
Now
!
"
