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Leaving
King
’
s
Landing
was
easy
,
just
like
he
’
d
said
.
The
Lannister
guardsmen
on
the
gate
were
stopping
everyone
,
but
Yoren
called
one
by
name
and
their
wagons
were
waved
through
.
No
one
spared
Arya
a
glance
.
They
were
looking
for
a
highborn
girl
,
daughter
of
the
King
’
s
Hand
,
not
for
a
skinny
boy
with
his
hair
chopped
off
.
Arya
never
looked
back
.
She
wished
the
Rush
would
rise
and
wash
the
whole
city
away
,
Flea
Bottom
and
the
Red
Keep
and
the
Great
Sept
and
everything
,
and
everyone
too
,
especially
Prince
Joffrey
and
his
mother
.
But
she
knew
it
wouldn
’
t
,
and
anyhow
Sansa
was
still
in
the
city
and
would
wash
away
too
.
When
she
remembered
that
,
Arya
decided
to
wish
for
Winterfell
instead
.
Yoren
was
wrong
about
the
pissing
,
though
.
That
wasn
’
t
the
hardest
part
at
all
;
Lommy
Greenhands
and
Hot
Pie
were
the
hardest
part
.
Orphan
boys
.
Yoren
had
plucked
some
from
the
streets
with
promises
of
food
for
their
bellies
and
shoes
for
their
feet
.
The
rest
he
’
d
found
in
chains
.
"
The
Watch
needs
good
men
,
"
he
told
them
as
they
set
out
,
"
but
you
lot
will
have
to
do
.
"
Yoren
had
taken
grown
men
from
the
dungeons
as
well
,
thieves
and
poachers
and
rapers
and
the
like
.
The
worst
were
the
three
he
’
d
found
in
the
black
cells
who
must
have
scared
even
him
,
because
he
kept
them
fettered
hand
and
foot
in
the
back
of
a
wagon
,
and
vowed
they
’
d
stay
in
irons
all
the
way
to
the
Wall
.
One
had
no
nose
,
only
the
hole
in
his
face
where
it
had
been
cut
off
,
and
the
gross
fat
bald
one
with
the
pointed
teeth
and
the
weeping
sores
on
his
cheeks
had
eyes
like
nothing
human
.
They
took
five
wagons
out
of
King
’
s
Landing
,
laden
with
supplies
for
the
Wall
:
hides
and
bolts
of
cloth
,
bars
of
pig
iron
,
a
cage
of
ravens
,
books
and
paper
and
ink
,
a
bale
of
sourleaf
,
jars
of
oil
,
and
chests
of
medicine
and
spices
.
Teams
of
plow
horses
pulled
the
wagons
,
and
Yoren
had
bought
two
coursers
and
a
half
-
dozen
donkeys
for
the
boys
.
Arya
would
have
preferred
a
real
horse
,
but
the
donkey
was
better
than
riding
on
a
wagon
.
The
men
paid
her
no
mind
,
but
she
was
not
so
lucky
with
the
boys
.
She
was
two
years
younger
than
the
youngest
orphan
,
not
to
mention
smaller
and
skinnier
,
and
Lommy
and
Hot
Pie
took
her
silence
to
mean
she
was
scared
,
or
stupid
,
or
deaf
.
"
Look
at
that
sword
Lumpyhead
’
s
got
there
,
"
Lommy
said
one
morning
as
they
made
their
plodding
way
past
orchards
and
wheat
fields
.
He
’
d
been
a
dyer
’
s
apprentice
before
he
was
caught
stealing
,
and
his
arms
were
mottled
green
to
the
elbow
.
When
he
laughed
he
brayed
like
the
donkeys
they
were
riding
.
"
Where
’
s
a
gutter
rat
like
Lumpyhead
get
him
a
sword
?
"
Arya
chewed
her
lip
sullenly
.
She
could
see
the
back
of
Yoren
’
s
faded
black
cloak
up
ahead
of
the
wagons
,
but
she
was
determined
not
to
go
crying
to
him
for
help
.
"
Maybe
he
’
s
a
little
squire
,
"
Hot
Pie
put
in
.
His
mother
had
been
a
baker
before
she
died
,
and
he
’
d
pushed
her
cart
through
the
streets
all
day
,
shouting
"
Hot
pies
!
Hot
pies
!
"
"
Some
lordy
lord
’
s
little
squire
boy
,
that
’
s
it
.
"
"
He
ain
’
t
no
squire
,
look
at
him
.
I
bet
that
’
s
not
even
a
real
sword
.
I
bet
it
’
s
just
some
play
sword
made
of
tin
.
"
