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But
Arya
would
not
leave
until
they
found
Yoren
.
They
couldn
’
t
have
killed
him
,
she
told
herself
,
he
was
too
hard
and
tough
,
and
a
brother
of
the
Night
’
s
Watch
besides
.
She
said
as
much
to
Gendry
as
they
searched
among
the
corpses
.
The
axe
blow
that
had
killed
him
had
split
his
skull
apart
,
but
the
great
tangled
beard
could
be
no
one
else
’
s
,
or
the
garb
,
patched
and
unwashed
and
so
faded
it
was
more
grey
than
black
.
Ser
Amory
Lorch
had
given
no
more
thought
to
burying
his
own
dead
than
to
those
he
had
murdered
,
and
the
corpses
of
four
Lannister
men
-
at
-
arms
were
heaped
near
Yoren
’
s
.
Arya
wondered
how
many
it
had
taken
to
bring
him
down
.
He
was
going
to
take
me
home
,
she
thought
as
they
dug
the
old
man
’
s
hole
.
There
were
too
many
dead
to
bury
them
all
,
but
Yoren
at
least
must
have
a
grave
,
Arya
had
insisted
.
He
was
going
to
bring
me
safe
to
Winterfell
,
he
promised
.
Part
of
her
wanted
to
cry
.
The
other
part
wanted
to
kick
him
.
It
was
Gendry
who
thought
of
the
lord
’
s
towerhouse
and
the
three
that
Yoren
had
sent
to
hold
it
.
They
had
come
under
attack
as
well
,
but
the
round
tower
had
only
one
entry
,
a
second
-
story
door
reached
by
a
ladder
.
Once
that
had
been
pulled
inside
,
Ser
Amory
’
s
men
could
not
get
at
them
.
The
Lannisters
had
piled
brush
around
the
tower
’
s
base
and
set
it
afire
,
but
the
stone
would
not
burn
,
and
Lorch
did
not
have
the
patience
to
starve
them
out
.
Cutjack
opened
the
door
at
Gendry
’
s
shout
,
and
when
Kurz
said
they
’
d
be
better
pressing
on
north
than
going
back
,
Arya
had
clung
to
the
hope
that
she
still
might
reach
Winterfell
.
Well
,
this
village
was
no
Winterfell
,
but
those
thatched
roofs
promised
warmth
and
shelter
and
maybe
even
food
,
if
they
were
bold
enough
to
risk
them
.
Unless
it
’
s
Lorch
there
.
He
had
horses
;
he
would
have
traveled
faster
than
us
.
She
watched
from
the
tree
for
a
long
time
,
hoping
she
might
see
something
;
a
man
,
a
horse
,
a
banner
,
anything
that
would
help
her
know
.
A
few
times
she
glimpsed
motion
,
but
the
buildings
were
so
far
off
it
was
hard
to
be
certain
.
Once
,
very
clearly
,
she
heard
the
whinny
of
a
horse
.
The
air
was
full
of
birds
,
crows
mostly
.
From
afar
,
they
were
no
larger
than
flies
as
they
wheeled
and
flapped
above
the
thatched
roofs
.
To
the
east
,
Gods
Eye
was
a
sheet
of
sun
-
hammered
blue
that
filled
half
the
world
.
Some
days
,
as
they
made
their
slow
way
up
the
muddy
shore
(
Gendry
wanted
no
part
of
any
roads
,
and
even
Hot
Pie
and
Lommy
saw
the
sense
in
that
)
,
Arya
felt
as
though
the
lake
were
calling
her
.
She
wanted
to
leap
into
those
placid
blue
waters
,
to
feel
clean
again
,
to
swim
and
splash
and
bask
in
the
sun
.
But
she
dare
not
take
off
her
clothes
where
the
others
could
see
,
not
even
to
wash
them
.
At
the
end
of
the
day
she
would
often
sit
on
a
rock
and
dangle
her
feet
in
the
cool
water
.
She
had
finally
thrown
away
her
cracked
and
rotted
shoes
.
Walking
barefoot
was
hard
at
first
,
but
the
blisters
had
finally
broken
,
the
cuts
had
healed
,
and
her
soles
had
turned
to
leather
.
The
mud
was
nice
between
her
toes
,
and
she
liked
to
feel
the
earth
underfoot
when
she
walked
.
From
up
here
,
she
could
see
a
small
wooded
island
off
to
the
northeast
.
Thirty
yards
from
shore
,
three
black
swans
were
gliding
over
the
water
,
so
serene
.
.
.
no
one
had
told
them
that
war
had
come
,
and
they
cared
nothing
for
burning
towns
and
butchered
men
.
She
stared
at
them
with
yearning
.
Part
of
her
wanted
to
be
a
swan
.
The
other
part
wanted
to
eat
one
.
She
had
broken
her
fast
on
some
acorn
paste
and
a
handful
of
bugs
.
Bugs
weren
’
t
so
bad
when
you
got
used
to
them
.
Worms
were
worse
,
but
still
not
as
bad
as
the
pain
in
your
belly
after
days
without
food
.
Finding
bugs
was
easy
,
all
you
had
to
do
was
kick
over
a
rock
.
Arya
had
eaten
a
bug
once
when
she
was
little
,
just
to
make
Sansa
screech
,
so
she
hadn
’
t
been
afraid
to
eat
another
.
Weasel
wasn
’
t
either
,
but
Hot
Pie
retched
up
the
beetle
he
tried
to
swallow
,
and
Lommy
and
Gendry
wouldn
’
t
even
try
.
Yesterday
Gendry
had
caught
a
frog
and
shared
it
with
Lommy
,
and
,
a
few
days
before
,
Hot
Pie
had
found
blackberries
and
stripped
the
bush
bare
,
but
mostly
they
had
been
living
on
water
and
acorns
.
Kurz
had
told
them
how
to
use
rocks
and
make
a
kind
of
acorn
paste
.
It
tasted
awful
.
