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The
Lannisters
had
taken
everything
:
father
,
friends
,
home
,
hope
,
courage
.
One
had
taken
Needle
,
while
another
had
broken
her
wooden
stick
sword
over
his
knee
.
They
had
even
taken
her
stupid
secret
.
The
storehouse
had
been
big
enough
for
her
to
creep
off
and
make
her
water
in
some
corner
when
no
one
was
looking
,
but
it
was
different
on
the
road
.
She
held
it
as
long
as
she
could
,
but
finally
she
had
to
squat
by
a
bush
and
skin
down
her
breeches
in
front
of
all
of
them
.
It
was
that
or
wet
herself
.
Hot
Pie
gaped
at
her
with
big
moon
eyes
,
but
no
one
else
even
troubled
to
look
.
Girl
sheep
or
boy
sheep
,
Ser
Gregor
and
his
men
did
not
seem
to
care
.
Their
captors
permitted
no
chatter
.
A
broken
lip
taught
Arya
to
hold
her
tongue
.
Others
never
learned
at
all
.
One
boy
of
three
would
not
stop
calling
for
his
father
,
so
they
smashed
his
face
in
with
a
spiked
mace
.
Then
the
boy
’
s
mother
started
screaming
and
Raff
the
Sweetling
killed
her
as
well
.
Arya
watched
them
die
and
did
nothing
.
What
good
did
it
do
you
to
be
brave
?
One
of
the
women
picked
for
questioning
had
tried
to
be
brave
,
but
she
had
died
screaming
like
all
the
rest
.
There
were
no
brave
people
on
that
march
,
only
scared
and
hungry
ones
.
Most
were
women
and
children
.
The
few
men
were
very
old
or
very
young
;
the
rest
had
been
chained
to
that
gibbet
and
left
for
the
wolves
and
the
crows
.
Gendry
was
only
spared
because
he
’
d
admitted
to
forging
the
horned
helm
himself
;
smiths
,
even
apprentice
smiths
,
were
too
valuable
to
kill
.
They
were
being
taken
to
serve
Lord
Tywin
Lannister
at
Harrenhal
,
the
Mountain
told
them
.
"
You
’
re
traitors
and
rebels
,
so
thank
your
gods
that
Lord
Tywin
’
s
giving
you
this
chance
.
It
’
s
more
than
you
’
d
get
from
the
outlaws
.
Obey
,
serve
,
and
live
.
"
"
It
’
s
not
just
,
it
’
s
not
,
"
she
heard
one
wizened
old
woman
complain
to
another
when
they
had
bedded
down
for
the
night
.
"
We
never
did
no
treason
,
the
others
come
in
and
took
what
they
wanted
,
same
as
this
bunch
.
"
"
Lord
Beric
did
us
no
hurt
,
though
,
"
her
friend
whispered
.
"
And
that
red
priest
with
him
,
he
paid
for
all
they
took
.
"
"
Paid
?
He
took
two
of
my
chickens
and
gave
me
a
bit
of
paper
with
a
mark
on
it
.
Can
I
eat
a
bit
of
raggy
old
paper
,
I
ask
you
?
Will
it
give
me
eggs
?
"
She
looked
about
to
see
that
no
guards
were
near
,
and
spat
three
times
.
"
There
’
s
for
the
Tullys
and
there
’
s
for
the
Lannisters
and
there
’
s
for
the
Starks
.
"
"
It
’
s
a
sin
and
a
shame
,
"
an
old
man
hissed
.
"
When
the
old
king
was
still
alive
,
he
’
d
not
have
stood
for
this
.
"
"
King
Robert
?
"
Arya
asked
,
forgetting
herself
.
