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"
A
pot
of
boiling
piss
,
want
some
?
"
Jaqen
smiled
disarmingly
.
"
A
prisoner
must
eat
too
.
"
"
No
one
said
nothing
about
—
"
Arya
cut
him
off
.
"
It
’
s
for
them
,
not
you
.
"
The
second
guard
waved
them
past
.
"
Bring
it
down
,
then
.
"
Inside
the
door
a
winding
stair
led
down
to
the
dungeons
.
Rorge
led
the
way
,
with
Jaqen
and
Arya
bringing
up
the
rear
.
"
A
girl
will
stay
out
of
the
way
,
"
he
told
her
.
The
steps
opened
onto
a
dank
stone
vault
,
long
,
gloomy
,
and
windowless
.
A
few
torches
burned
in
sconces
at
the
near
end
where
a
group
of
Ser
Amory
’
s
guards
sat
around
a
scarred
wooden
table
,
talking
and
playing
at
tiles
.
Heavy
iron
bars
separated
them
from
where
the
captives
were
crowded
together
in
the
dark
.
The
smell
of
the
broth
brought
many
up
to
the
bars
.
Arya
counted
eight
guards
.
They
smelled
the
broth
as
well
.
"
There
’
s
the
ugliest
serving
wench
I
ever
saw
,
"
their
captain
said
to
Rorge
.
"
What
’
s
in
the
kettle
?
"
"
Your
cock
and
balls
.
You
want
to
eat
or
not
?
"
