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"
How
?
"
Arya
said
.
"
That
trap
,
"
he
screamed
.
"
Under
the
barn
.
"
Quick
as
that
he
was
gone
,
off
to
fight
,
sword
in
hand
.
Arya
grabbed
Gendry
by
the
arm
.
"
He
said
go
,
"
she
shouted
,
"
the
barn
,
the
way
out
.
"
Through
the
slits
of
his
helm
,
the
Bull
’
s
eyes
shone
with
reflected
fire
.
He
nodded
.
They
called
Hot
Pie
down
from
the
wall
and
found
Lommy
Greenhands
where
he
lay
bleeding
from
a
spear
thrust
through
his
calf
.
They
found
Gerren
too
,
but
he
was
hurt
too
bad
to
move
.
As
they
were
running
toward
the
barn
,
Arya
spied
the
crying
girl
sitting
in
the
middle
of
the
chaos
,
surrounded
by
smoke
and
slaughter
.
She
grabbed
her
by
the
hand
and
pulled
her
to
her
feet
as
the
others
raced
ahead
.
The
girl
wouldn
’
t
walk
,
even
when
slapped
.
Arya
dragged
her
with
her
right
hand
while
she
held
Needle
in
the
left
.
Ahead
,
the
night
was
a
sullen
red
.
The
barn
’
s
on
fire
,
she
thought
.
Flames
were
licking
up
its
sides
from
where
a
torch
had
fallen
on
straw
,
and
she
could
hear
the
screaming
of
the
animals
trapped
within
.
Hot
Pie
stepped
out
of
the
barn
.
"
Arry
,
come
on
!
Lommy
’
s
gone
,
leave
her
if
she
won
’
t
come
!
"
Stubbornly
,
Arya
dragged
all
the
harder
,
pulling
the
crying
girl
along
.
Hot
Pie
scuttled
back
inside
,
abandoning
them
.
.
.
but
Gendry
came
back
,
the
fire
shining
so
bright
on
his
polished
helm
that
the
horns
seemed
to
glow
orange
.
He
ran
to
them
,
and
hoisted
the
crying
girl
up
over
his
shoulder
.
"
Run
!
"
Rushing
through
the
barn
doors
was
like
running
into
a
furnace
.
The
air
was
swirling
with
smoke
,
the
back
wall
a
sheet
of
fire
ground
to
roof
.
Their
horses
and
donkeys
were
kicking
and
rearing
and
screaming
.
The
poor
animals
,
Arya
thought
.
Then
she
saw
the
wagon
,
and
the
three
men
manacled
to
its
bed
.
Biter
was
flinging
himself
against
the
chains
,
blood
running
down
his
arms
from
where
the
irons
clasped
his
wrists
.
Rorge
screamed
curses
,
kicking
at
the
wood
.
"
Boy
!
"
called
Jaqen
H
’
ghar
.
"
Sweet
boy
!
"
The
open
trap
was
only
a
few
feet
ahead
,
but
the
fire
was
spreading
fast
,
consuming
the
old
wood
and
dry
straw
faster
than
she
would
have
believed
.
Arya
remembered
the
Hound
’
s
horrible
burned
face
.
"
Tunnel
’
s
narrow
,
"
Gendry
shouted
.
"
How
do
we
get
her
through
?
"
"
Pull
her
,
"
Arya
said
.
"
Push
her
.
"
"
Good
boys
,
kind
boys
,
"
called
Jaqen
H
’
ghar
,
coughing
.
"
Get
these
fucking
chains
off
!
"
Rorge
screamed
.
