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"
The
castle
won
’
t
grow
no
smaller
,
I
promise
you
that
,
only
now
there
’
ll
be
fewer
hands
to
tend
to
it
.
You
lot
of
slugabeds
are
going
to
learn
what
work
is
now
,
yes
you
are
.
"
Not
from
you
.
Arya
picked
at
her
oaten
cake
.
Weese
frowned
at
her
,
as
if
he
smelled
her
secret
.
Quickly
she
dropped
her
gaze
to
her
food
,
and
dared
not
raise
her
eyes
again
.
Pale
light
filled
the
yard
when
Lord
Tywin
Lannister
took
his
leave
of
Harrenhal
.
Arya
watched
from
an
arched
window
halfway
up
the
Wailing
Tower
.
His
charger
wore
a
blanket
of
enameled
crimson
scales
and
gilded
crinet
and
chamfron
,
while
Lord
Tywin
himself
sported
a
thick
ermine
cloak
.
His
brother
Ser
Kevan
looked
near
as
splendid
.
No
less
than
four
standard
-
bearers
went
before
them
,
carrying
huge
crimson
banners
emblazoned
with
the
golden
lion
.
Behind
the
Lannisters
came
their
great
lords
and
captains
.
Their
banners
flared
and
flapped
,
a
pageant
of
color
:
red
ox
and
golden
mountain
,
purple
unicorn
and
bantam
rooster
,
brindled
boar
and
badger
,
a
silver
ferret
and
a
juggler
in
motley
,
stars
and
sunbursts
,
peacock
and
panther
,
chevron
and
dagger
,
black
hood
and
blue
beetle
and
green
arrow
.
Last
of
all
came
Ser
Gregor
Clegane
in
his
grey
plate
steel
,
astride
a
stallion
as
bad
-
tempered
as
his
rider
.
Polliver
rode
beside
him
,
with
the
black
dog
standard
in
his
hand
and
Gendry
’
s
horned
helm
on
his
head
.
He
was
a
tall
man
,
but
he
looked
no
more
than
a
half
-
grown
boy
when
he
rode
in
his
master
’
s
shadow
.
A
shiver
crept
up
Arya
’
s
spine
as
she
watched
them
pass
under
the
great
iron
portcullis
of
Harrenhal
.
Suddenly
she
knew
that
she
had
made
a
terrible
mistake
.
I
’
m
so
stupid
,
she
thought
.
Weese
did
not
matter
,
no
more
than
Chiswyck
had
.
These
were
the
men
who
mattered
,
the
ones
she
ought
to
have
killed
.
Last
night
she
could
have
whispered
any
of
them
dead
,
if
only
she
hadn
’
t
been
so
mad
at
Weese
for
hitting
her
and
lying
about
the
capon
.
Lord
Tywin
,
why
didn
’
t
I
say
Lord
Tywin
?
Perhaps
it
was
not
too
late
to
change
her
mind
.
Weese
was
not
killed
yet
.
If
she
could
find
Jaqen
,
tell
him
.
.
.
Hurriedly
,
Arya
ran
down
the
twisting
steps
,
her
chores
forgotten
.
She
heard
the
rattle
of
chains
as
the
portcullis
was
slowly
lowered
,
its
spikes
sinking
deep
into
the
ground
.
.
.
and
then
another
sound
,
a
shriek
of
pain
and
fear
.
A
dozen
people
got
there
before
her
,
though
none
was
coming
any
too
close
.
Arya
squirmed
between
them
.
Weese
was
sprawled
across
the
cobbles
,
his
throat
a
red
ruin
,
eyes
gaping
sightlessly
up
at
a
bank
of
grey
cloud
.
His
ugly
spotted
dog
stood
on
his
chest
,
lapping
at
the
blood
pulsing
from
his
neck
,
and
every
so
often
ripping
a
mouthful
of
flesh
out
of
the
dead
man
’
s
face
.
Finally
someone
brought
a
crossbow
and
shot
the
spotted
dog
dead
while
she
was
worrying
at
one
of
Weese
’
s
ears
.
"
Damnedest
thing
,
"
she
heard
a
man
say
.
"
He
had
that
bitch
dog
since
she
was
a
pup
"
