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Speak
the
names
,
and
a
man
will
do
the
rest
.
"
He
wants
to
help
me
,
Arya
realized
with
a
rush
of
hope
that
made
her
dizzy
.
"
Take
me
to
Riverrun
,
it
’
s
not
far
,
if
we
stole
some
horses
we
could
—
"
He
laid
a
finger
on
her
lips
.
"
Three
lives
you
shall
have
of
me
.
No
more
,
no
less
.
Three
and
we
are
done
.
So
a
girl
must
ponder
.
"
He
kissed
her
hair
softly
.
"
But
not
too
long
.
"
By
the
time
Arya
lit
her
stub
of
a
candle
,
only
a
faint
smell
remained
of
him
,
a
whiff
of
ginger
and
cloves
lingering
in
the
air
.
The
woman
in
the
next
niche
rolled
over
on
her
straw
and
complained
of
the
light
,
so
Arya
blew
it
out
.
When
she
closed
her
eyes
,
she
saw
faces
swimming
before
her
.
Joffrey
and
his
mother
,
Ilyn
Payne
and
Meryn
Trant
and
Sandor
Clegane
.
.
.
but
they
were
in
King
’
s
Landing
hundreds
of
miles
away
,
and
Ser
Gregor
had
lingered
only
a
few
nights
before
departing
again
for
more
foraging
,
taking
Raff
and
Chiswyck
and
the
Tickler
with
him
.
Ser
Amory
Lorch
was
here
,
though
,
and
she
hated
him
almost
as
much
.
Didn
’
t
she
?
She
wasn
’
t
certain
.
And
there
was
always
Weese
.
She
thought
of
him
again
the
next
morning
,
when
lack
of
sleep
made
her
yawn
.
"
Weasel
,
"
Weese
purred
,
"
next
time
I
see
that
mouth
droop
open
,
I
’
ll
pull
out
your
tongue
and
feed
it
to
my
bitch
.
"
He
twisted
her
ear
between
his
fingers
to
make
certain
she
’
d
heard
,
and
told
her
to
get
back
to
those
steps
,
he
wanted
them
clean
down
to
the
third
landing
by
nightfall
.
As
she
worked
,
Arya
thought
about
the
people
she
wanted
dead
.
She
pretended
she
could
see
their
faces
on
the
steps
,
and
scrubbed
harder
to
wipe
them
away
.
The
Starks
were
at
war
with
the
Lannisters
and
she
was
a
Stark
,
so
she
should
kill
as
many
Lannisters
as
she
could
,
that
was
what
you
did
in
wars
.
But
she
didn
’
t
think
she
should
trust
Jaqen
.
I
should
kill
them
myself
.
Whenever
her
father
had
condemned
a
man
to
death
,
he
did
the
deed
himself
with
Ice
,
his
greatsword
.
"
If
you
would
take
a
man
’
s
life
,
you
owe
it
to
him
to
look
him
in
the
face
and
hear
his
last
words
,
"
she
’
d
heard
him
tell
Robb
and
Jon
once
.
The
next
day
she
avoided
Jaqen
H
’
ghar
,
and
the
day
after
that
.
It
was
not
hard
.
She
was
very
small
and
Harrenhal
was
very
large
,
full
of
places
where
a
mouse
could
hide
.
And
then
Ser
Gregor
returned
,
earlier
than
expected
,
driving
a
herd
of
goats
this
time
in
place
of
a
herd
of
prisoners
.
She
heard
he
’
d
lost
four
men
in
one
of
Lord
Beric
’
s
night
raids
,
but
those
Arya
hated
returned
unscathed
and
took
up
residence
on
the
second
floor
of
the
Wailing
Tower
.
Weese
saw
that
they
were
well
supplied
with
drink
.
"
They
always
have
a
good
thirst
,
that
lot
,
"
he
grumbled
.
"
Weasel
,
go
up
and
ask
if
they
’
ve
got
any
clothes
that
need
mending
,
I
’
ll
have
the
women
see
to
it
.
"
Arya
ran
up
her
well
-
scrubbed
steps
.
No
one
paid
her
any
mind
when
she
entered
.
Chiswyck
was
seated
by
the
fire
with
a
horn
of
ale
to
hand
,
telling
one
of
his
funny
stories
.
She
dared
not
interrupt
,
unless
she
wanted
a
bloody
lip
.
