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Harren
and
his
sons
had
died
in
Kingspyre
Tower
,
that
was
why
it
had
that
name
,
so
why
should
they
cross
the
yard
to
haunt
her
?
The
Wailing
Tower
only
wailed
when
the
wind
blew
from
the
north
,
and
that
was
just
the
sound
the
air
made
blowing
through
the
cracks
in
the
stones
where
they
had
fissured
from
the
heat
.
if
there
were
ghosts
in
Harrenhal
,
they
never
troubled
her
.
It
was
the
living
men
she
feared
,
Weese
and
Ser
Gregor
Clegane
and
Lord
Tywin
Lannister
himself
,
who
kept
his
apartments
in
Kingspyre
Tower
,
still
the
tallest
and
mightiest
of
all
,
though
lopsided
beneath
the
weight
of
the
slagged
stone
that
made
it
look
like
some
giant
half
-
melted
black
candle
.
She
wondered
what
Lord
Tywin
would
do
if
she
marched
up
to
him
and
confessed
to
being
Arya
Stark
,
but
she
knew
she
’
d
never
get
near
enough
to
talk
to
him
,
and
anyhow
he
’
d
never
believe
her
if
she
did
,
and
afterward
Weese
would
beat
her
bloody
.
In
his
own
small
strutting
way
,
Weese
was
nearly
as
scary
as
Ser
Gregor
.
The
Mountain
swatted
men
like
flies
,
but
most
of
the
time
he
did
not
even
seem
to
know
the
fly
was
there
.
Weese
always
knew
you
were
there
,
and
what
you
were
doing
,
and
sometimes
what
you
were
thinking
.
He
would
hit
at
the
slightest
provocation
,
and
he
had
a
dog
who
was
near
as
bad
as
he
was
,
an
ugly
spotted
bitch
that
smelled
worse
than
any
dog
Arya
had
ever
known
.
Once
she
saw
him
set
the
dog
on
a
latrine
boy
who
’
d
annoyed
him
.
She
tore
a
big
chunk
out
of
the
boy
’
s
calf
while
Weese
laughed
.
It
took
him
only
three
days
to
earn
the
place
of
honor
in
her
nightly
prayers
.
"
Weese
,
"
she
would
whisper
,
first
of
all
.
"
Dunsen
,
Chiswyck
,
Polliver
,
Raff
the
Sweetling
.
The
Tickler
and
the
Hound
.
Ser
Gregor
,
Ser
Amory
,
Ser
Ilyn
,
Ser
Meryn
,
King
Joffrey
,
Queen
Cersei
.
"
If
she
let
herself
forget
even
one
of
them
,
how
would
she
ever
find
him
again
to
kill
him
?
On
the
road
Arya
had
felt
like
a
sheep
,
but
Harrenhal
turned
her
into
a
mouse
.
She
was
grey
as
a
mouse
in
her
scratchy
wool
shift
,
and
like
a
mouse
she
kept
to
the
crannies
and
crevices
and
dark
holes
of
the
castle
,
scurrying
out
of
the
way
of
the
mighty
.
Sometimes
she
thought
they
were
all
mice
within
those
thick
walls
,
even
the
knights
and
the
great
lords
.
The
size
of
the
castle
made
even
Gregor
Clegane
seem
small
.
Harrenhal
covered
thrice
as
much
ground
as
Winterfell
,
and
its
buildings
were
so
much
larger
they
could
scarcely
be
compared
.
Its
stables
housed
a
thousand
horses
,
its
godswood
covered
twenty
acres
,
its
kitchens
were
as
large
as
Winterfell
’
s
Great
Hall
,
and
its
own
great
hall
,
grandly
named
the
Hall
of
a
Hundred
Hearths
even
though
it
only
had
thirty
and
some
(
Arya
had
tried
to
count
them
,
twice
,
but
she
came
up
with
thirty
-
three
once
and
thirty
-
five
the
other
time
)
was
so
cavernous
that
Lord
Tywin
could
have
feasted
his
entire
host
,
though
he
never
did
.
Walls
,
doors
,
halls
,
steps
,
everything
was
built
to
an
inhuman
scale
that
made
Arya
remember
the
stories
Old
Nan
used
to
tell
of
the
giants
who
lived
beyond
the
Wall
.
And
as
lords
and
ladies
never
notice
the
little
grey
mice
under
their
feet
,
Arya
heard
all
sorts
of
secrets
just
by
keeping
her
ears
open
as
she
went
about
her
duties
.
Pretty
Pia
from
the
buttery
was
a
slut
who
was
working
her
way
through
every
knight
in
the
castle
.
The
wife
of
the
gaoler
was
with
child
,
but
the
real
father
was
either
Ser
Alyn
Stackspear
or
a
singer
called
Whitesmile
Wat
.
Lord
Lefford
made
mock
of
ghosts
at
table
,
but
always
kept
a
candle
burning
by
his
bed
.
Ser
Dunaver
’
s
squire
Jodge
could
not
hold
his
water
when
he
slept
.
The
cooks
despised
Ser
Harys
Swyft
and
spit
in
all
his
food
.
Once
she
even
overheard
Maester
Tothmure
’
s
serving
girl
confiding
to
her
brother
about
some
message
that
said
Joffrey
was
a
bastard
and
not
the
rightful
king
at
all
.
"
Lord
Tywin
told
him
to
burn
the
letter
and
never
speak
such
filth
again
,
"
the
girl
whispered
.
King
Robert
’
s
brothers
Stannis
and
Renly
had
joined
the
fighting
,
she
heard
.
"
And
both
of
them
kings
now
,
"
Weese
said
.
"
Realm
’
s
got
more
kings
than
a
castle
’
s
got
rats
.
"
Even
Lannister
men
questioned
how
long
Joffrey
would
hold
the
Iron
Throne
.
"
The
lad
’
s
got
no
army
but
them
gold
cloaks
,
and
he
’
s
ruled
by
a
eunuch
,
a
dwarf
,
and
a
woman
,
"
she
heard
a
lordling
mutter
in
his
cups
.
"
What
good
will
the
likes
of
them
be
if
it
comes
to
battle
?
"
There
was
always
talk
of
Beric
Dondarrion
.
A
fat
archer
once
said
the
Bloody
Mummers
had
slain
him
,
but
the
others
only
laughed
.
"
Lorch
killed
the
man
at
Rushing
Falls
,
and
the
Mountain
’
s
slain
him
twice
.
Got
me
a
silver
stag
says
he
don
’
t
stay
dead
this
time
neither
.
"
Arya
did
not
know
who
Bloody
Mummers
were
until
a
fortnight
later
,
when
the
queerest
company
of
men
she
’
d
ever
seen
arrived
at
Harrenhal
.
Beneath
the
standard
of
a
black
goat
with
bloody
horns
rode
copper
men
with
bells
in
their
braids
;
lancers
astride
striped
black
-
and
-
white
horses
;
bowmen
with
powdered
cheeks
;
squat
hairy
men
with
shaggy
shields
;
brown
-
skinned
men
in
feathered
cloaks
;
a
wispy
fool
in
green
-
and
-
pink
motley
;
swordsmen
with
fantastic
forked
beards
dyed
green
and
purple
and
silver
;
spearmen
with
colored
scars
that
covered
their
cheeks
;
a
slender
man
in
septon
’
s
robes
,
a
fatherly
one
in
maester
’
s
grey
,
and
a
sickly
one
whose
leather
cloak
was
fringed
with
long
blond
hair
.
