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She
wished
the
poacher
hadn
’
t
died
.
He
’
d
known
more
about
the
woods
than
all
the
rest
of
them
together
,
but
he
’
d
taken
an
arrow
through
the
shoulder
pulling
in
the
ladder
at
the
towerhouse
.
Tarber
had
packed
it
with
mud
and
moss
from
the
lake
,
and
for
a
day
or
two
Kurz
swore
the
wound
was
nothing
,
even
though
the
flesh
of
his
throat
was
turning
dark
while
angry
red
welts
crept
up
his
jaw
and
down
his
chest
.
Then
one
morning
he
couldn
’
t
find
the
strength
to
get
up
,
and
by
the
next
he
was
dead
.
They
buried
him
under
a
mound
of
stones
,
and
Cutjack
had
claimed
his
sword
and
hunting
horn
,
while
Tarber
helped
himself
to
bow
and
boots
and
knife
.
They
’
d
taken
it
all
when
they
left
.
At
first
they
thought
the
two
had
just
gone
hunting
,
that
they
’
d
soon
return
with
game
and
feed
them
all
.
But
they
waited
and
waited
,
until
finally
Gendry
made
them
move
on
.
Maybe
Tarber
and
Cutjack
figured
they
would
stand
a
better
chance
without
a
gaggle
of
orphan
boys
to
herd
along
.
They
probably
would
too
,
but
that
didn
’
t
stop
her
hating
them
for
leaving
.
Beneath
her
tree
,
Hot
Pie
barked
like
a
dog
.
Kurz
had
told
them
to
use
animal
sounds
to
signal
to
each
other
.
An
old
poacher
’
s
trick
,
he
’
d
said
,
but
he
’
d
died
before
he
could
teach
them
how
to
make
the
sounds
right
.
Hot
Pie
’
s
birdcalls
were
awful
.
His
dog
was
better
,
but
not
much
.
Arya
hopped
from
the
high
branch
to
one
beneath
it
,
her
hands
out
for
balance
.
A
water
dancer
never
falls
.
Lightfoot
,
her
toes
curled
tight
around
the
branch
,
she
walked
a
few
feet
,
hopped
down
to
a
larger
limb
,
then
swung
hand
over
hand
through
the
tangle
of
leaves
until
she
reached
the
trunk
.
The
bark
was
rough
beneath
her
fingers
,
against
her
toes
.
She
descended
quickly
,
jumping
down
the
final
six
feet
,
rolling
when
she
landed
.
Gendry
gave
her
a
hand
to
pull
her
up
.
"
You
were
up
there
a
long
time
.
What
could
you
see
?
"
"
A
fishing
village
,
just
a
little
place
,
north
along
the
shore
.
Twenty
-
six
thatch
roofs
and
one
slate
,
I
counted
.
I
saw
part
of
a
wagon
.
Someone
’
s
there
.
"
At
the
sound
of
her
voice
,
Weasel
came
creeping
out
from
the
bushes
.
Lommy
had
named
her
that
.
He
said
she
looked
like
a
weasel
,
which
wasn
’
t
true
,
but
they
couldn
’
t
keep
on
calling
her
the
crying
girl
after
she
finally
stopped
crying
.
Her
mouth
was
filthy
.
Arya
hoped
she
hadn
’
t
been
eating
mud
again
.
"
Did
you
see
people
?
"
asked
Gendry
.
"
Mostly
just
roofs
,
"
Arya
admitted
,
"
but
some
chimneys
were
smoking
,
and
I
heard
a
horse
.
"
The
Weasel
put
her
arms
around
her
leg
,
clutching
tight
.
Sometimes
she
did
that
now
.
