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Gendry
ignored
them
.
"
You
go
first
,
then
her
,
then
me
.
Hurry
,
it
’
s
a
long
way
.
"
"
When
you
split
the
firewood
,
"
Arya
remembered
,
"
where
did
you
leave
the
axe
?
"
"
Out
by
the
haven
.
"
He
spared
a
glance
for
the
chained
men
.
"
I
’
d
save
the
donkeys
first
.
There
’
s
no
time
.
"
"
You
take
her
!
"
she
yelled
.
"
You
get
her
out
!
You
do
it
!
"
The
fire
beat
at
her
back
with
hot
red
wings
as
she
fled
the
burning
barn
.
It
felt
blessedly
cool
outside
,
but
men
were
dying
all
around
her
.
She
saw
Koss
throw
down
his
blade
to
yield
,
and
she
saw
them
kill
him
where
he
stood
.
Smoke
was
everywhere
.
There
was
no
sign
of
Yoren
,
but
the
axe
was
where
Gendry
had
left
it
,
by
the
woodpile
outside
the
haven
.
As
she
wrenched
it
free
,
a
mailed
hand
grabbed
her
arm
.
Spinning
,
Arya
drove
the
head
of
the
axe
hard
between
his
legs
.
She
never
saw
his
face
,
only
the
dark
blood
seeping
between
the
links
of
his
hauberk
.
Going
back
into
that
barn
was
the
hardest
thing
she
ever
did
.
Smoke
was
pouring
out
the
open
door
like
a
writhing
black
snake
,
and
she
could
hear
the
screams
of
the
poor
animals
inside
,
donkeys
and
horses
and
men
.
She
chewed
her
lip
,
and
darted
through
the
doors
,
crouched
low
where
the
smoke
wasn
’
t
quite
so
thick
.
A
donkey
was
caught
in
a
ring
of
fire
,
shrieking
in
terror
and
pain
.
She
could
smell
the
stench
of
burning
hair
.
The
roof
was
gone
up
too
,
and
things
were
falling
down
,
pieces
of
flaming
wood
and
bits
of
straw
and
hay
.
Arya
put
a
hand
over
her
mouth
and
nose
.
She
couldn
’
t
see
the
wagon
for
the
smoke
,
but
she
could
still
hear
Biter
screaming
.
She
crawled
toward
the
sound
.
And
then
a
wheel
was
looming
over
her
.
The
wagon
jumped
and
moved
a
half
foot
when
Biter
threw
himself
against
his
chains
again
.
Jaqen
saw
her
,
but
it
was
too
hard
to
breathe
,
let
alone
talk
.
She
threw
the
axe
into
the
wagon
.
Rorge
caught
it
and
lifted
it
over
his
head
,
rivers
of
sooty
sweat
pouring
down
his
noseless
face
.
Arya
was
running
,
coughing
.
She
heard
the
steel
crash
through
the
old
wood
,
and
again
,
again
An
instant
later
came
a
crack
as
loud
as
thunder
,
and
the
bottom
of
the
wagon
came
ripping
loose
in
an
explosion
of
splinters
.
Arya
rolled
headfirst
into
the
tunnel
and
dropped
five
feet
.
She
got
dirt
in
her
mouth
but
she
didn
’
t
care
,
the
taste
was
fine
,
the
taste
was
mud
and
water
and
worms
and
life
.
Under
the
earth
the
air
was
cool
and
dark
.
Above
was
nothing
but
blood
and
roaring
red
and
choking
smoke
and
the
screams
of
dying
horses
.
She
moved
her
belt
around
so
Needle
would
not
be
in
her
way
,
and
began
to
crawl
.
A
dozen
feet
down
the
tunnel
she
heard
the
sound
,
like
the
roar
of
some
monstrous
beast
,
and
a
cloud
of
hot
smoke
and
black
dust
came
billowing
up
behind
her
,
smelling
of
hell
.
Arya
held
her
breath
and
kissed
the
mud
on
the
floor
of
the
tunnel
and
cried
.
For
whom
,
she
could
not
say
.
The
queen
was
not
disposed
to
wait
on
Varys
.
"
Treason
is
vile
enough
,
"
she
declared
furiously
,
"
but
this
is
barefaced
naked
villainy
,
and
I
do
not
need
that
mincing
eunuch
to
tell
me
what
must
be
done
with
villains
.
"
