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The
Lorathi
must
have
seen
it
on
her
face
.
"
A
goat
has
no
loyalty
.
Soon
a
wolf
banner
is
raised
here
,
I
think
.
But
first
a
man
would
hear
a
certain
name
unsaid
.
"
"
I
take
back
the
name
.
"
Arya
chewed
her
lip
.
"
Do
I
still
have
a
third
death
?
"
"
A
girl
is
greedy
.
"
Jaqen
touched
one
of
the
dead
guards
and
showed
her
his
bloody
fingers
.
"
Here
is
three
and
there
is
four
and
eight
more
lie
dead
below
.
The
debt
is
paid
.
"
"
The
debt
is
paid
,
"
Arya
agreed
reluctantly
.
She
felt
a
little
sad
.
Now
she
was
just
a
mouse
again
.
"
A
god
has
his
due
.
And
now
a
man
must
die
.
"
A
strange
smile
touched
the
lips
of
Jaqen
H
’
ghar
.
"
Die
?
"
she
said
,
confused
.
What
did
he
mean
?
"
But
I
unsaid
the
name
.
You
don
’
t
need
to
die
now
.
"
"
I
do
.
My
time
is
done
.
"
Jaqen
passed
a
hand
down
his
face
from
forehead
to
chin
,
and
where
it
went
he
changed
.
His
cheeks
grew
fuller
,
his
eyes
closer
;
his
nose
hooked
,
a
scar
appeared
on
his
right
cheek
where
no
scar
had
been
before
.
And
when
he
shook
his
head
,
his
long
straight
hair
,
half
red
and
half
white
,
dissolved
away
to
reveal
a
cap
of
tight
black
curls
.
Arya
’
s
mouth
hung
open
.
"
Who
are
you
?
"
she
whispered
,
too
astonished
to
be
afraid
.
"
How
did
you
do
that
?
Was
it
hard
?
"
He
grinned
,
revealing
a
shiny
gold
tooth
.
"
No
harder
than
taking
a
new
name
,
if
you
know
the
way
.
"
