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"
Florian
and
Jonquil
?
A
fool
and
his
cunt
.
Spare
me
.
But
one
day
I
’
ll
have
a
song
from
you
,
whether
you
will
it
or
no
.
"
"
I
will
sing
it
for
you
gladly
.
"
Sandor
Clegane
snorted
.
"
Pretty
thing
,
and
such
a
bad
liar
.
A
dog
can
smell
a
lie
,
you
know
.
Look
around
you
,
and
take
a
good
whiff
.
They
’
re
all
liars
here
.
.
.
and
every
one
better
than
you
.
"
When
she
climbed
all
the
way
up
to
the
highest
branch
,
Arya
could
see
chimneys
poking
through
the
trees
.
Thatched
roofs
clustered
along
the
shore
of
the
lake
and
the
small
stream
that
emptied
into
it
,
and
a
wooden
pier
jutted
out
into
the
water
beside
a
low
long
building
with
a
slate
roof
.
She
skinnied
farther
out
,
until
the
branch
began
to
sag
under
her
weight
.
No
boats
were
tied
to
the
pier
,
but
she
could
see
thin
tendrils
of
smoke
rising
from
some
of
the
chimneys
,
and
part
of
a
wagon
jutting
out
behind
a
stable
.
Someone
’
s
there
.
Arya
chewed
her
lip
.
All
the
other
places
they
’
d
come
upon
had
been
empty
and
desolate
.
Farms
,
villages
,
castles
,
septs
,
barns
,
it
made
no
matter
.
If
it
could
burn
,
the
Lannisters
had
burned
it
;
if
it
could
die
,
they
’
d
killed
it
.
They
had
even
set
the
woods
ablaze
where
they
could
,
though
the
leaves
were
still
green
and
wet
from
recent
rains
,
and
the
fires
had
not
spread
.
"
They
would
have
burned
the
lake
if
they
could
have
,
"
Gendry
had
said
,
and
Arya
knew
he
was
right
.
On
the
night
of
their
escape
,
the
flames
of
the
burning
town
had
shimmered
so
brightly
on
the
water
that
it
had
seemed
that
the
lake
was
afire
.
When
they
finally
summoned
the
nerve
to
steal
back
into
the
ruins
the
next
night
,
nothing
remained
but
blackened
stones
,
the
hollow
shells
of
houses
,
and
corpses
.
In
some
places
wisps
of
pale
smoke
still
rose
from
the
ashes
.
Hot
Pie
had
pleaded
with
them
not
to
go
back
,
and
Lommy
called
them
fools
and
swore
that
Ser
Amory
would
catch
them
and
kill
them
too
,
but
Lorch
and
his
men
had
long
gone
by
the
time
they
reached
the
holdfast
.
They
found
the
gates
broken
down
,
the
walls
partly
demolished
,
and
the
inside
strewn
with
the
unburied
dead
.
One
look
was
enough
for
Gendry
.
"
They
’
re
killed
,
every
one
,
"
he
said
.
"
And
dogs
have
been
at
them
too
,
look
.
"
"
Or
wolves
.
"
"
Dogs
,
wolves
,
it
makes
no
matter
.
It
’
s
done
here
.
"
