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Arya
let
her
head
droop
,
only
half
aware
of
what
was
going
on
around
her
.
Hot
Pie
was
yielding
some
more
.
The
Mountain
said
,
"
You
’
ll
lead
us
to
these
others
,
"
and
walked
off
.
Next
she
was
stumbling
past
the
dead
men
on
their
gibbet
,
while
Hot
Pie
told
their
captors
he
’
d
bake
them
pies
and
tarts
if
they
didn
’
t
hurt
him
.
Four
men
went
with
them
.
One
carried
a
torch
,
one
a
longsword
;
two
had
spears
.
They
found
Lommy
where
they
’
d
left
him
,
under
the
oak
.
"
I
yield
,
"
he
called
out
at
once
when
he
saw
them
.
He
’
d
flung
away
his
own
spear
and
raised
his
hands
,
splotchy
green
with
old
dye
.
"
I
yield
.
Please
.
"
The
man
with
the
torch
searched
around
under
the
trees
.
"
Are
you
the
last
?
Baker
boy
said
there
was
a
girl
.
"
"
She
ran
off
when
she
heard
you
coming
,
"
Lommy
said
.
"
You
made
a
lot
of
noise
.
"
And
Arya
thought
,
Run
,
Weasel
,
run
as
far
as
you
can
,
run
and
hide
and
never
come
back
.
"
Tell
us
where
we
can
find
that
whoreson
Dondarrion
,
and
there
’
ll
be
a
hot
meal
in
it
for
you
.
"
"
Who
?
"
said
Lommy
blankly
.
"
I
told
you
,
this
lot
don
’
t
know
no
more
than
those
cunts
in
the
village
.
Waste
o
’
bloody
time
.
"
One
of
the
spearmen
drifted
over
to
Lommy
.
"
Something
wrong
with
your
leg
,
boy
?
"
"
It
got
hurt
.
"
