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Arya
cocked
her
head
.
"
What
’
s
that
?
"
"
What
?
I
don
’
t
—
"
"
Listen
with
your
ears
,
not
your
mouth
.
That
was
a
warhorn
.
Two
blasts
,
didn
’
t
you
hear
?
And
there
,
that
’
s
the
portcullis
chains
,
someone
’
s
going
out
or
coming
in
.
Want
to
go
see
?
"
The
gates
of
Harrenhal
had
not
been
opened
since
the
morning
Lord
Tywin
had
marched
with
his
host
.
"
I
’
m
making
the
morning
bread
,
"
Hot
Pie
complained
.
"
Anyhow
I
don
’
t
like
it
when
it
’
s
dark
,
I
told
you
.
"
"
I
’
m
going
.
I
’
ll
tell
you
after
.
Can
I
have
a
tart
?
"
"
No
.
"
She
filched
one
anyway
,
and
ate
it
on
her
way
out
.
It
was
stuffed
with
chopped
nuts
and
fruit
and
cheese
,
the
crust
flaky
and
still
warm
from
the
oven
.
Eating
Ser
Amory
’
s
tart
made
Arya
feel
daring
.
Barefoot
surefoot
lightfoot
,
she
sang
under
her
breath
.
I
am
the
ghost
in
Harrenhal
.
The
horn
had
stirred
the
castle
from
sleep
;
men
were
coming
out
into
the
ward
to
see
what
the
commotion
was
about
.
Arya
fell
in
with
the
others
.
A
line
of
ox
carts
were
rumbling
under
the
portcullis
.
Plunder
,
she
knew
at
once
.
The
riders
escorting
the
carts
spoke
in
a
babble
of
queer
tongues
.
Their
armor
glinted
pale
in
the
moonlight
,
and
she
saw
a
pair
of
striped
black
-
and
-
white
horses
.
The
Bloody
Mummers
.
Arya
withdrew
a
little
deeper
into
the
shadows
,
and
watched
as
a
huge
black
bear
rolled
by
,
caged
in
the
back
of
a
wagon
.
Other
carts
were
loaded
down
with
silver
plate
,
weapons
and
shields
,
bags
of
flour
,
pens
of
squealing
hogs
and
scrawny
dogs
and
chickens
.
Arya
was
thinking
how
long
it
had
been
since
she
’
d
had
a
slice
off
a
pork
roast
when
she
saw
the
first
of
the
prisoners
.
By
his
bearing
and
the
proud
way
he
held
his
head
,
he
must
have
been
a
lord
.
She
could
see
mail
glinting
beneath
his
torn
red
surcoat
.
At
first
Arya
took
him
for
a
Lannister
,
but
when
he
passed
near
a
torch
she
saw
his
device
was
a
silver
fist
,
not
a
lion
.
His
wrists
were
bound
tightly
,
and
a
rope
around
one
ankle
tied
him
to
the
man
behind
him
,
and
him
to
the
man
behind
him
,
so
the
whole
column
had
to
shuffle
along
in
a
lurching
lockstep
.
Many
of
the
captives
were
wounded
.
If
any
halted
,
one
of
the
riders
would
trot
up
and
give
him
a
lick
of
the
whip
to
get
him
moving
again
.
She
tried
to
judge
how
many
prisoners
there
were
,
but
lost
count
before
she
got
to
fifty
.
There
were
twice
that
many
at
least
.
Their
clothing
was
stained
with
mud
and
blood
,
and
in
the
torchlight
it
was
hard
to
make
out
all
their
badges
and
sigils
,
but
some
of
those
Arya
glimpsed
she
recognized
.
Twin
towers
.
Sunburst
.
Bloody
man
.
Battle
-
axe
.
The
battle
-
axe
is
for
Cerwyn
,
and
the
white
sun
on
black
is
Karstark
.
They
’
re
northmen
.
My
father
’
s
men
,
and
Robb
’
s
.
She
didn
’
t
like
to
think
what
that
might
mean
.
