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She
had
cried
in
her
sleep
the
night
before
,
dreaming
of
her
father
.
Come
morning
,
she
’
d
woken
red
-
eyed
and
dry
,
and
could
not
have
shed
another
tear
if
her
life
had
hung
on
it
.
"
He
’
s
going
to
wet
his
pants
,
"
Hot
Pie
suggested
.
"
Leave
him
be
,
"
said
the
boy
with
the
shaggy
black
hair
who
rode
behind
them
.
Lommy
had
named
him
the
Bull
,
on
account
of
this
horned
helm
he
had
that
he
polished
all
the
time
but
never
wore
.
Lommy
didn
’
t
dare
mock
the
Bull
.
He
was
older
,
and
big
for
his
age
,
with
a
broad
chest
and
strong
-
looking
arms
.
"
You
better
give
Hot
Pie
the
sword
,
Arry
,
"
Lommy
said
.
"
Hot
Pie
wants
it
bad
.
He
kicked
a
boy
to
death
.
He
’
ll
do
the
same
to
you
,
I
bet
.
"
"
I
knocked
him
down
and
I
kicked
him
in
the
balls
,
and
I
kept
kicking
him
there
until
he
was
dead
,
"
Hot
Pie
boasted
.
"
I
kicked
him
all
to
pieces
.
His
balls
were
broke
open
and
bloody
and
his
cock
turned
black
.
You
better
gimme
the
sword
.
"
Arya
slid
her
practice
sword
from
her
belt
.
"
You
can
have
this
one
,
"
she
told
Hot
Pie
,
not
wanting
to
fight
.
"
That
’
s
just
some
stick
.
"
He
rode
nearer
and
tried
to
reach
over
for
Needle
’
s
hilt
.
Arya
made
the
stick
whistle
as
she
laid
the
wood
across
his
donkey
’
s
hindquarters
.
The
animal
hawed
and
bucked
,
dumping
Hot
Pie
on
the
ground
.
She
vaulted
off
her
own
donkey
and
poked
him
in
the
gut
as
he
tried
to
get
up
and
he
sat
back
down
with
a
grunt
.
Then
she
whacked
him
across
the
face
and
his
nose
made
a
crack
like
a
branch
breaking
.
Blood
dribbled
from
his
nostrils
.
When
Hot
Pie
began
to
wail
,
Arya
whirled
toward
Lommy
Greenhands
,
who
was
sitting
on
his
donkey
openmouthed
.
"
You
want
some
sword
too
?
"
she
yelled
,
but
he
didn
’
t
.
He
raised
dyed
green
hands
in
front
of
his
face
and
squealed
at
her
to
get
away
.
The
Bull
shouted
,
"
Behind
you
,
"
and
Arya
spun
.
Hot
Pie
was
on
his
knees
,
his
fist
closing
around
a
big
jagged
rock
.
She
let
him
throw
it
,
ducking
her
head
as
it
sailed
past
.
Then
she
flew
at
him
.
He
raised
a
hand
and
she
hit
it
,
and
then
his
cheek
,
and
then
his
knee
.
He
grabbed
for
her
,
and
she
danced
aside
and
bounced
the
wood
off
the
back
of
his
head
.
He
fell
down
and
got
up
and
stumbled
after
her
,
his
red
face
all
smeared
with
dirt
and
blood
.
Arya
slid
into
a
water
dancer
’
s
stance
and
waited
.
When
he
came
close
enough
,
she
lunged
,
right
between
his
legs
,
so
hard
that
if
her
wooden
sword
had
had
a
point
it
would
have
come
out
between
his
butt
cheeks
.
By
the
time
Yoren
pulled
her
off
him
,
Hot
Pie
was
sprawled
out
on
the
ground
with
his
breeches
brown
and
smelly
,
crying
as
Arya
whapped
him
over
and
over
and
over
.
"
Enough
,
"
the
black
brother
roared
,
prying
the
stick
sword
from
her
fingers
,
"
you
want
to
kill
the
fool
?
"
When
Lommy
and
some
others
started
to
squeal
,
the
old
man
turned
on
them
too
.
"
Shut
your
mouths
,
or
I
’
ll
be
shutting
them
for
you
.
Any
more
o
’
this
,
I
’
ll
tie
you
lot
behind
the
wagons
and
drag
you
to
the
Wall
.
"
He
spat
.
"
And
that
goes
twice
for
you
,
Arry
.
You
come
with
me
,
boy
.
Now
.
"
