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Beside
the
gently
lapping
waters
of
Gods
Eye
,
a
long
gibbet
of
raw
green
wood
had
been
thrown
up
,
and
things
that
had
once
been
men
dangled
there
,
their
feet
in
chains
,
while
crows
pecked
at
their
flesh
and
flapped
from
corpse
to
corpse
.
For
every
crow
there
were
a
hundred
flies
.
When
the
wind
blew
off
the
lake
,
the
nearest
corpse
twisted
on
its
chain
,
ever
so
slightly
.
The
crows
had
eaten
most
of
its
face
,
and
something
else
had
been
at
it
as
well
,
something
much
larger
.
Throat
and
chest
had
been
torn
apart
,
and
glistening
green
entrails
and
ribbons
of
ragged
flesh
dangled
from
where
the
belly
had
been
opened
.
One
arm
had
been
ripped
right
off
the
shoulder
;
Arya
saw
the
bones
a
few
feet
away
,
gnawed
and
cracked
,
picked
clean
of
meat
.
She
made
herself
look
at
the
next
man
and
the
one
beyond
him
and
the
one
beyond
him
,
telling
herself
she
was
hard
as
a
stone
.
Corpses
all
,
so
savaged
and
decayed
that
it
took
her
a
moment
to
realize
they
had
been
stripped
before
they
were
hanged
.
They
did
not
look
like
naked
people
;
they
hardly
looked
like
people
at
all
.
The
crows
had
eaten
their
eyes
,
and
sometimes
their
faces
.
Of
the
sixth
in
the
long
row
,
nothing
remained
but
a
single
leg
,
still
tangled
in
its
chains
,
swaying
with
each
breeze
.
Fear
cuts
deeper
than
swords
.
Dead
men
could
not
hurt
her
,
but
whoever
had
killed
them
could
.
Well
beyond
the
gibbet
,
two
men
in
mail
hauberks
stood
leaning
on
their
spears
in
front
of
the
long
low
building
by
the
water
,
the
one
with
the
slate
roof
.
A
pair
of
tall
poles
had
been
driven
into
the
muddy
ground
in
front
of
it
,
banners
drooping
from
each
staff
.
One
looked
red
and
one
paler
,
white
or
yellow
maybe
,
but
both
were
limp
and
with
the
dusk
settling
,
she
could
not
even
be
certain
that
red
one
was
Lannister
crimson
.
I
don
’
t
need
to
see
the
lion
,
I
can
see
all
the
dead
people
,
who
else
would
it
be
but
Lannisters
?
Then
there
was
a
shout
.
The
two
spearmen
turned
at
the
cry
,
and
a
third
man
came
into
view
,
shoving
a
captive
before
him
.
It
was
growing
too
dark
to
make
out
faces
,
but
the
prisoner
was
wearing
a
shiny
steel
helm
,
and
when
Arya
saw
the
horns
she
knew
it
was
Gendry
.
You
stupid
stupid
stupid
STUPID
!
she
thought
.
If
he
’
d
been
here
she
would
have
kicked
him
again
.
The
guards
were
talking
loudly
,
but
she
was
too
far
away
to
make
out
the
words
,
especially
with
the
crows
gabbling
and
flapping
closer
to
hand
.
One
of
the
spearmen
snatched
the
helm
off
Gendry
’
s
head
and
asked
him
a
question
,
but
he
must
not
have
liked
the
answer
,
because
he
smashed
him
across
the
face
with
the
butt
of
his
spear
and
knocked
him
down
.
The
one
who
’
d
captured
him
gave
him
a
kick
,
while
the
second
spearman
was
trying
on
the
bull
’
s
-
head
helm
.
Finally
they
pulled
him
to
his
feet
and
marched
him
off
toward
the
storehouse
.
When
they
opened
the
heavy
wooden
doors
,
a
small
boy
darted
out
,
but
one
of
the
guards
grabbed
his
arm
and
flung
him
back
inside
.
Arya
heard
sobbing
from
inside
the
building
,
and
then
a
shriek
so
loud
and
full
of
pain
that
it
made
her
bite
her
lip
.
The
guards
shoved
Gendry
inside
with
the
boy
and
barred
the
doors
behind
them
.
Just
then
,
a
breath
of
wind
came
sighing
off
the
lake
,
and
the
banners
stirred
and
lifted
.
The
one
on
the
tall
staff
bore
the
golden
lion
,
as
she
’
d
feared
.
On
the
other
,
three
sleek
black
shapes
ran
across
a
field
as
yellow
as
butter
.
Dogs
,
she
thought
.
Arya
had
seen
those
dogs
before
,
but
where
?
It
didn
’
t
matter
.
The
only
thing
that
mattered
was
that
they
had
Gendry
.
Even
if
he
was
stubborn
and
stupid
,
she
had
to
get
him
out
.
She
wondered
if
they
knew
that
the
queen
wanted
him
.
One
of
the
guards
took
off
his
helm
and
donned
Gendry
’
s
instead
.
It
made
her
angry
to
see
him
wearing
it
,
but
she
knew
there
was
nothing
she
could
do
to
stop
him
.
She
thought
she
heard
more
screams
from
inside
the
windowless
storehouse
,
muffled
by
the
masonry
,
but
it
was
hard
to
be
certain
.
