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"
Yield
,
"
Arya
suggested
.
Finding
their
way
back
to
the
village
seemed
to
take
hours
.
Hot
Pie
kept
stumbling
in
the
dark
and
losing
his
way
,
and
Arya
had
to
wait
for
him
and
double
back
.
Finally
she
took
him
by
the
hand
and
led
him
along
through
the
trees
.
"
Just
be
quiet
and
follow
.
"
When
they
could
make
out
the
first
faint
glow
of
the
village
fires
against
the
sky
,
she
said
,
"
There
’
s
dead
men
hanging
on
the
other
side
of
the
hedge
,
but
they
’
re
nothing
to
be
scared
of
,
just
remember
fear
cuts
deeper
than
swords
.
We
have
to
go
real
quiet
and
slow
.
"
Hot
Pie
nodded
.
She
wriggled
under
the
briar
first
and
waited
for
him
on
the
far
side
,
crouched
low
.
Hot
Pie
emerged
pale
and
panting
,
face
and
arms
bloody
with
long
scratches
.
He
started
to
say
something
,
but
Arya
put
a
finger
to
his
lips
.
On
hands
and
knees
,
they
crawled
along
the
gibbet
,
beneath
the
swaying
dead
.
Hot
Pie
never
once
looked
up
,
nor
made
a
sound
.
Until
the
crow
landed
on
his
back
,
and
he
gave
a
muffled
gasp
.
"
Who
’
s
there
?
"
a
voice
boomed
suddenly
from
the
dark
.
Hot
Pie
leapt
to
his
feet
.
"
I
yield
!
"
He
threw
away
his
sword
as
dozens
of
crows
rose
shrieking
and
complaining
to
flap
about
the
corpses
.
Arya
grabbed
his
leg
and
tried
to
drag
him
back
down
,
but
he
wrenched
loose
and
ran
forward
,
waving
his
arms
.
"
I
yield
,
I
yield
.
"
She
bounced
up
and
drew
Needle
,
but
by
then
men
were
all
around
her
.
Arya
slashed
at
the
nearest
,
but
he
blocked
her
with
a
steel
-
clad
arm
,
and
someone
else
slammed
into
her
and
dragged
her
to
the
ground
,
and
a
third
man
wrenched
the
sword
from
her
grasp
.
When
she
tried
to
bite
,
her
teeth
snapped
shut
on
cold
dirty
chain
-
mail
.
"
Oho
,
a
fierce
one
,
"
the
man
said
,
laughing
.
The
blow
from
his
iron
-
clad
fist
near
knocked
her
head
off
.
They
talked
over
her
as
she
lay
hurting
,
but
Arya
could
not
seem
to
understand
the
words
.
Her
ears
rang
.
When
she
tried
to
crawl
off
,
the
earth
moved
beneath
her
.
They
took
Needle
.
The
shame
of
that
hurt
worse
than
the
pain
,
and
the
pain
hurt
a
lot
.
Jon
had
given
her
that
sword
.
Syrio
had
taught
her
to
use
it
.
Finally
someone
grabbed
the
front
of
her
jerkin
,
yanked
her
to
her
knees
.
Hot
Pie
was
kneeling
too
,
before
the
tallest
man
Arya
had
ever
seen
,
a
monster
from
one
of
Old
Nan
’
s
stories
.
She
never
saw
where
the
giant
had
come
from
.
Three
black
dogs
raced
across
his
faded
yellow
surcoat
,
and
his
face
looked
as
hard
as
if
it
had
been
cut
from
stone
.
Suddenly
Arya
knew
where
she
had
seen
those
dogs
before
.
The
night
of
the
tourney
at
King
’
s
Landing
,
all
the
knights
had
hung
their
shields
outside
their
pavilions
.
"
That
one
belongs
to
the
Hound
’
s
brother
,
"
Sansa
had
confided
when
they
passed
the
black
dogs
on
the
yellow
field
.
"
He
’
s
even
bigger
than
Hodor
,
you
’
ll
see
.
They
call
him
the
Mountain
That
Rides
.
"
