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He
had
not
intended
to
disturb
her
,
but
the
sight
of
her
was
enough
to
make
him
hard
.
He
let
his
garments
fall
to
the
floor
,
then
crawled
onto
the
bed
and
gently
pushed
her
legs
apart
and
kissed
her
between
the
thighs
.
Shae
murmured
in
her
sleep
.
He
kissed
her
again
,
and
licked
at
her
secret
sweetness
,
on
and
on
until
his
beard
and
her
cunt
were
both
soaked
.
When
she
gave
a
soft
moan
and
shuddered
,
he
climbed
up
and
thrust
himself
inside
her
and
exploded
almost
at
once
.
Her
eyes
were
open
.
She
smiled
and
stroked
his
head
and
whispered
,
"
I
just
had
the
sweetest
dream
,
m
’
lord
.
"
And
her
.
And
her
.
Whatever
names
Harren
the
Black
had
meant
to
give
his
towers
were
long
forgotten
.
They
were
called
the
Tower
of
Dread
,
the
Widow
’
s
Tower
,
the
Wailing
Tower
,
the
Tower
of
Ghosts
,
and
Kingspyre
Tower
.
Arya
slept
in
a
shallow
niche
in
the
cavernous
vaults
beneath
the
Wailing
Tower
,
on
a
bed
of
straw
.
She
had
water
to
wash
in
whenever
she
liked
,
a
chunk
of
soap
.
The
work
was
hard
,
but
no
harder
than
walking
miles
every
day
.
Weasel
did
not
need
to
find
worms
and
bugs
to
eat
,
as
Arry
had
;
there
was
bread
every
day
,
and
barley
stews
with
bits
of
carrot
and
turnip
,
and
once
a
fortnight
even
a
bite
of
meat
.
Hot
Pie
ate
even
better
;
he
was
where
he
belonged
,
in
the
kitchens
,
a
round
stone
building
with
a
domed
roof
that
was
a
world
unto
itself
.
Arya
took
her
meals
at
a
trestle
table
in
the
undercroft
with
Weese
and
his
other
charges
,
but
sometimes
she
would
be
chosen
to
help
fetch
their
food
,
and
she
and
Hot
Pie
could
steal
a
moment
to
talk
.
He
could
never
remember
that
she
was
now
Weasel
and
kept
calling
her
Arry
,
even
though
he
knew
she
was
a
girl
.
Once
he
tried
to
slip
her
a
hot
apple
tart
,
but
he
made
such
a
clumsy
job
of
it
that
two
of
the
cooks
saw
.
They
took
the
tart
away
and
beat
him
with
a
big
wooden
spoon
.
Gendry
had
been
sent
to
the
forge
;
Arya
seldom
saw
him
.
As
for
those
she
served
with
,
she
did
not
even
want
to
know
their
names
.
That
only
made
it
hurt
worse
when
they
died
.
Most
of
them
were
older
than
she
was
and
content
to
let
her
alone
.
Harrenhal
was
vast
,
much
of
it
far
gone
in
decay
.
Lady
Whent
had
held
the
castle
as
bannerman
to
House
Tully
,
but
she
’
d
used
only
the
lower
thirds
of
two
of
the
five
towers
,
and
let
the
rest
go
to
ruin
.
Now
she
was
fled
,
and
the
small
household
she
’
d
left
could
not
begin
to
tend
the
needs
of
all
the
knights
,
lords
,
and
highborn
prisoners
Lord
Tywin
had
brought
,
so
the
Lannisters
must
forage
for
servants
as
well
as
for
plunder
and
provender
.
The
talk
was
that
Lord
Tywin
planned
to
restore
Harrenhal
to
glory
,
and
make
it
his
new
seat
once
the
war
was
done
.
Weese
used
Arya
to
run
messages
,
draw
water
,
and
fetch
food
,
and
sometimes
to
serve
at
table
in
the
Barracks
Hall
above
the
armory
,
where
the
men
-
at
-
arms
took
their
meals
.
But
most
of
her
work
was
cleaning
.
The
ground
floor
of
the
Wailing
Tower
was
given
over
to
storerooms
and
granaries
,
and
two
floors
above
housed
part
of
the
garrison
,
but
the
upper
stories
had
not
been
occupied
for
eighty
years
.
Now
Lord
Tywin
had
commanded
that
they
be
made
fit
for
habitation
again
.
There
were
floors
to
be
scrubbed
,
grime
to
be
washed
off
windows
,
broken
chairs
and
rotted
beds
to
be
carried
off
.
The
topmost
story
was
infested
with
nests
of
the
huge
black
bats
that
House
Whent
had
used
for
its
sigil
,
and
there
were
rats
in
the
cellars
as
well
.
.
.
and
ghosts
,
some
said
,
the
spirits
of
Harren
the
Black
and
his
sons
.
Arya
thought
that
was
stupid
.
