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"
He
was
never
a
traitor
.
He
was
my
father
.
"
Gendry
’
s
eyes
widened
.
"
So
that
’
s
why
you
thought
.
.
.
"
She
nodded
.
"
Yoren
was
taking
me
home
to
Winterfell
.
"
"
I
.
.
.
you
’
re
highborn
then
,
a
.
.
.
you
’
ll
be
a
lady
.
.
.
"
Arya
looked
down
at
her
ragged
clothes
and
bare
feet
,
all
cracked
and
callused
.
She
saw
the
dirt
under
her
nails
,
the
scabs
on
her
elbows
,
the
scratches
on
her
hands
.
Septa
Mordane
wouldn
’
t
even
know
me
,
I
bet
.
Sansa
might
,
but
she
’
d
pretend
not
to
.
"
My
mother
’
s
a
lady
,
and
my
sister
,
but
I
never
was
.
"
"
Yes
you
were
.
You
were
a
lord
’
s
daughter
and
you
lived
in
a
castle
,
didn
’
t
you
?
And
you
.
.
.
gods
be
good
,
I
never
.
.
.
"
All
of
a
sudden
Gendry
seemed
uncertain
,
almost
afraid
.
"
All
that
about
cocks
,
I
never
should
have
said
that
.
And
I
been
pissing
in
front
of
you
and
everything
,
I
.
.
.
I
beg
your
pardon
,
m
’
lady
.
"
"
Stop
that
!
"
Arya
hissed
.
Was
he
mocking
her
?
"
I
know
my
courtesies
,
m
’
lady
,
"
Gendry
said
,
stubborn
as
ever
.
"
Whenever
highborn
girls
came
into
the
shop
with
their
fathers
,
my
master
told
me
I
was
to
bend
the
knee
,
and
speak
only
when
they
spoke
to
me
,
and
call
them
m
’
lady
.
"
"
If
you
start
calling
me
m
’
lady
,
even
Hot
Pie
is
going
to
notice
.
And
you
better
keep
on
pissing
the
same
way
too
.
"
