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Arya
dared
not
say
her
true
name
,
but
Arry
was
no
good
either
,
it
was
a
boy
’
s
name
and
they
could
see
she
was
no
boy
.
"
Weasel
,
"
she
said
,
naming
the
first
girl
she
could
think
of
.
"
Lommy
called
me
Weasel
.
"
"
I
can
see
why
,
"
sniffed
Goodwife
Amabel
.
"
That
hair
is
a
fright
and
a
nest
for
lice
as
well
.
We
’
ll
have
it
off
,
and
then
you
’
re
for
the
kitchens
.
"
"
I
’
d
sooner
tend
the
horses
.
"
Arya
liked
horses
,
and
maybe
if
she
was
in
the
stables
she
’
d
be
able
to
steal
one
and
escape
.
Goodwife
Harra
slapped
her
so
hard
that
her
swollen
lip
broke
open
all
over
again
.
"
And
keep
that
tongue
to
yourself
or
you
’
ll
get
worse
.
No
one
asked
your
views
.
"
The
blood
in
her
mouth
had
a
salty
metal
tang
to
it
.
Arya
dropped
her
gaze
and
said
nothing
.
If
I
still
had
Needle
,
she
wouldn
’
t
dare
hit
me
,
she
thought
sullenly
.
"
Lord
Tywin
and
his
knights
have
grooms
and
squires
to
tend
their
horses
,
they
don
’
t
need
the
likes
of
you
,
"
Goodwife
Amabel
said
.
"
The
kitchens
are
snug
and
clean
,
and
there
’
s
always
a
warm
fire
to
sleep
by
and
plenty
to
eat
.
You
might
have
done
well
there
,
but
I
can
see
you
’
re
not
a
clever
girl
.
Harra
,
I
believe
we
should
give
this
one
to
Weese
.
"
"
If
you
think
so
,
Amabel
.
"
They
gave
her
a
shift
of
grey
rough
-
spun
wool
and
a
pair
of
ill
-
fitting
shoes
,
and
sent
her
off
Weese
was
understeward
for
the
Wailing
Tower
,
a
squat
man
with
a
fleshy
carbuncle
of
a
nose
and
a
nest
of
angry
red
boils
near
one
corner
of
his
plump
lips
.
Arya
was
one
of
six
sent
to
him
.
He
looked
them
all
over
with
a
gimlet
eye
.
"
The
Lannisters
are
generous
to
those
as
serve
them
well
,
an
honor
none
of
your
sort
deserve
,
but
in
war
a
man
makes
do
with
what
’
s
to
hand
.
Work
hard
and
mind
your
place
and
might
be
one
day
you
’
ll
rise
as
high
as
me
.
If
you
think
to
presume
on
his
lordship
’
s
kindness
,
though
,
you
’
ll
find
me
waiting
after
m
’
lord
has
gone
,
y
’
see
.
"
He
strutted
up
and
down
before
them
,
telling
them
how
they
must
never
look
the
highborn
in
the
eye
,
nor
speak
until
spoken
to
,
nor
get
in
his
lordship
’
s
way
.
"
My
nose
never
lies
,
"
he
boasted
.
"
I
can
smell
defiance
,
I
can
smell
pride
,
I
can
smell
disobedience
.
I
catch
a
whiff
of
any
such
stinks
,
you
’
ll
answer
for
it
.
When
I
sniff
you
,
all
I
want
to
smell
is
fear
.
"
On
the
walls
of
Qarth
,
men
beat
gongs
to
herald
her
coming
,
while
others
blew
curious
horns
that
encircled
their
bodies
like
great
bronze
snakes
.
A
column
of
camelry
emerged
from
the
city
as
her
honor
guards
.
The
riders
wore
scaled
copper
armor
and
snouted
helms
with
copper
tusks
and
long
black
silk
plumes
,
and
sat
high
on
saddles
inlaid
with
rubies
and
garnets
.
Their
camels
were
dressed
in
blankets
of
a
hundred
different
hues
.
"
Qarth
is
the
greatest
city
that
ever
was
or
ever
will
be
,
"
Pyat
Pree
had
told
her
,
back
amongst
the
bones
of
Vaes
Tolorro
.
"
It
is
the
center
of
the
world
,
the
gate
between
north
and
south
,
the
bridge
between
east
and
west
,
ancient
beyond
memory
of
man
and
so
magnificent
that
Saathos
the
Wise
put
out
his
eyes
after
gazing
upon
Qarth
for
the
first
time
,
because
he
knew
that
all
he
saw
thereafter
should
look
squalid
and
ugly
by
comparison
.
"
