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"
Speak
the
name
,
and
death
will
come
.
On
the
morrow
,
at
the
turn
of
the
moon
,
a
year
from
this
day
,
it
will
come
.
A
man
does
not
fly
like
a
bird
,
but
one
foot
moves
and
then
another
and
one
day
a
man
is
there
,
and
a
king
dies
.
"
He
knelt
beside
her
,
so
they
were
face
-
to
-
face
,
"
A
girl
whispers
if
she
fears
to
speak
aloud
.
Whisper
it
now
.
Is
it
Joffrey
?
"
Arya
put
her
lips
to
his
ear
.
"
It
’
s
Jaqen
H
’
ghar
.
"
Even
in
the
burning
barn
,
with
walls
of
flame
towering
all
around
and
him
in
chains
,
he
had
not
seemed
so
distraught
as
he
did
now
.
"
A
girl
.
.
.
she
makes
a
jest
.
"
"
You
swore
.
The
gods
heard
you
swear
.
"
"
The
gods
did
hear
,
"
There
was
a
knife
in
his
hand
suddenly
,
its
blade
thin
as
her
little
finger
.
Whether
it
was
meant
for
her
or
him
,
Arya
could
not
say
.
"
A
girl
will
weep
.
A
girl
will
lose
her
only
friend
.
"
"
You
’
re
not
my
friend
.
A
friend
would
help
me
.
"
She
stepped
away
from
him
,
balanced
on
the
balls
of
her
feet
in
case
he
threw
his
knife
.
"
I
’
d
never
kill
a
friend
.
"
Jaqen
’
s
smile
came
and
went
.
"
A
girl
might
.
.
.
name
another
name
then
,
if
a
friend
did
help
?
"
"
A
girl
might
,
"
she
said
.
"
If
a
friend
did
help
.
"
The
knife
vanished
.
"
Come
.
"
"
Now
?
"
She
had
never
thought
he
would
act
so
quickly
.
