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They
were
all
looking
at
her
,
even
the
three
chained
and
manacled
in
the
back
of
the
wagon
.
The
fat
one
snapped
his
pointy
teeth
together
and
hissed
,
but
Arya
ignored
him
.
The
old
man
dragged
her
well
off
the
road
into
a
tangle
of
trees
,
cursing
and
muttering
all
the
while
.
"
If
I
had
a
thimble
o
’
sense
,
I
would
’
ve
left
you
in
King
’
s
Landing
.
You
hear
me
,
boy
?
"
He
always
snarled
that
word
,
putting
a
bite
in
it
so
she
would
be
certain
to
hear
.
"
Unlace
your
breeches
and
pull
‘
em
down
.
Go
on
,
there
’
s
no
one
here
to
see
.
Do
it
.
"
Sullenly
,
Arya
did
as
he
said
.
"
Over
there
,
against
the
oak
.
Yes
,
like
that
.
"
She
wrapped
her
arms
around
the
trunk
and
pressed
her
face
to
the
rough
wood
.
"
You
scream
now
.
You
scream
loud
.
"
I
won
’
t
,
Arya
thought
stubbornly
,
but
when
Yoren
laid
the
wood
against
the
back
of
her
bare
thighs
,
the
shriek
burst
out
of
her
anyway
.
"
Think
that
hurt
?
"
he
said
.
"
Try
this
one
.
"
The
stick
came
whistling
.
Arya
shrieked
again
,
clutching
the
tree
to
keep
from
falling
.
"
One
more
.
"
She
held
on
tight
,
chewing
her
lip
,
flinching
when
she
heard
it
coming
.
The
stroke
made
her
jump
and
howl
.
I
won
’
t
cry
,
she
thought
,
I
won
’
t
do
that
.
I
’
m
a
Stark
of
Winterfell
,
our
sigil
is
the
direwolf
,
direwolves
don
’
t
cry
.
She
could
feel
a
thin
trickle
of
blood
running
down
her
left
leg
.
Her
thighs
and
cheeks
were
ablaze
with
pain
.
"
Might
be
I
got
your
attention
now
,
"
Yoren
said
.
"
Next
time
you
take
that
stick
to
one
of
your
brothers
,
you
’
ll
get
twice
what
you
give
,
you
hear
me
?
Now
cover
yourself
.
"
They
’
re
not
my
brothers
,
Arya
thought
as
she
bent
to
yank
up
her
breeches
,
but
she
knew
better
than
to
say
so
.
Her
hands
fumbled
with
her
belt
and
laces
.
Yoren
was
looking
at
her
.
"
You
hurt
?
"
Calm
as
still
water
,
she
told
herself
,
the
way
Syrio
Forel
had
taught
her
.
"
Some
.
"
He
spat
.
"
That
pie
boy
’
s
hurting
worse
.
It
wasn
’
t
him
as
killed
your
father
,
girl
,
nor
that
thieving
Lommy
neither
.
Hitting
them
won
’
t
bring
him
back
.
"
"
I
know
,
"
Arya
muttered
sullenly
.
