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"
I
will
,
"
she
lied
.
If
she
did
any
such
thing
,
Weese
would
beat
her
bloody
.
Lucan
could
deliver
his
own
insults
.
The
longsword
was
a
lot
heavier
than
Needle
had
been
,
but
Arya
liked
the
feel
of
it
.
The
weight
of
steel
in
her
hands
made
her
feel
stronger
.
Maybe
I
’
m
not
a
water
dancer
yet
,
but
I
’
m
not
a
mouse
either
.
A
mouse
couldn
’
t
use
a
sword
but
I
can
.
The
gates
were
open
,
soldiers
coming
and
going
,
drays
rolling
in
empty
and
going
out
creaking
and
swaying
under
their
loads
.
She
thought
about
going
to
the
stables
and
telling
them
that
Ser
Lyonel
wanted
a
new
horse
.
She
had
the
paper
,
the
stableboys
wouldn
’
t
be
able
to
read
it
any
better
than
Lucan
had
.
I
could
take
the
horse
and
the
sword
and
just
ride
out
.
If
the
guards
tried
to
stop
me
I
’
d
show
them
the
paper
and
say
I
was
bringing
everything
to
Ser
Lyonel
.
She
had
no
notion
what
Ser
Lyonel
looked
like
or
where
to
find
him
,
though
.
If
they
questioned
her
,
they
’
d
know
,
and
then
Weese
.
.
.
Weese
.
.
.
As
she
chewed
her
lip
,
trying
not
to
think
about
how
it
would
feel
to
have
her
feet
cut
off
,
a
group
of
archers
in
leather
jerkins
and
iron
helms
went
past
,
their
bows
slung
across
their
shoulders
.
Arya
heard
snatches
of
their
talk
.
"
.
.
.
giants
I
tell
you
,
he
’
s
got
giants
twenty
foot
tall
come
down
from
beyond
the
Wall
,
follow
him
like
dogs
.
.
.
"
"
.
.
.
not
natural
,
coming
on
them
so
fast
,
in
the
night
and
all
.
He
’
s
more
wolf
than
man
,
all
them
Starks
are
.
.
.
"
"
.
.
.
shit
on
your
wolves
and
giants
,
the
boy
’
d
piss
his
pants
if
he
knew
we
was
coming
.
He
wasn
’
t
man
enough
to
march
on
Harrenhal
,
was
he
?
Ran
t
’
other
way
,
didn
’
t
he
?
He
’
d
run
now
if
he
knew
what
was
best
for
him
.
"
"
So
you
say
,
but
might
be
the
boy
knows
something
we
don
’
t
,
maybe
it
’
s
us
ought
to
be
run
.
.
.
"
Yes
,
Arya
thought
.
Yes
,
it
’
s
you
who
ought
to
run
,
you
and
Lord
Tywin
and
the
Mountain
and
Ser
Addam
and
Ser
Amory
and
stupid
Ser
Lyonel
whoever
he
is
,
all
of
you
better
run
or
my
brother
will
kill
you
,
he
’
s
a
Stark
,
he
’
s
more
wolf
than
man
,
and
so
am
I
.
"
Weasel
.
"
Weese
’
s
voice
cracked
like
a
whip
.
She
never
saw
where
he
came
from
,
but
suddenly
he
was
right
in
front
of
her
.
"
Give
me
that
.
Took
you
long
enough
.
"
He
snatched
the
sword
from
her
fingers
,
and
dealt
her
a
stinging
slap
with
the
back
of
his
hand
.
"
Next
time
be
quicker
about
it
.
"
