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"
Then
what
good
is
it
?
"
"
As
well
ask
what
good
is
life
,
what
good
is
death
?
If
the
day
comes
when
you
would
find
me
again
,
give
that
coin
to
any
man
from
Braavos
,
and
say
these
words
to
him
—
valar
morghulis
.
"
"
Valar
morghulis
,
"
Arya
repeated
.
It
wasn
’
t
hard
.
Her
fingers
closed
tight
over
the
coin
.
Across
the
yard
,
she
could
hear
men
dying
.
"
Please
don
’
t
go
,
Jaqen
.
"
"
Jaqen
is
as
dead
as
Arry
,
"
he
said
sadly
,
"
and
I
have
promises
to
keep
.
Valar
morghulis
,
Arya
Stark
.
Say
it
again
.
"
"
Valar
morghulis
,
"
she
said
once
more
,
and
the
stranger
in
Jaqen
’
s
clothes
bowed
to
her
and
stalked
off
through
the
darkness
,
cloak
swirling
.
She
was
alone
with
the
dead
men
.
They
deserved
to
die
,
Arya
told
herself
,
remembering
all
those
Ser
Amory
Lorch
had
killed
at
the
holdfast
by
the
lake
.
The
cellars
under
Kingspyre
were
empty
when
she
returned
to
her
bed
of
straw
.
She
whispered
her
names
to
her
pillow
,
and
when
she
was
done
she
added
,
"
Valar
morghulis
,
"
in
a
small
soft
voice
,
wondering
what
it
meant
.
Come
dawn
,
Pinkeye
and
the
others
were
back
,
all
but
one
boy
who
’
d
been
killed
in
the
fighting
for
no
reason
that
anyone
could
say
.
Pinkeye
went
up
alone
to
see
how
matters
stood
by
light
of
day
,
complaining
all
the
while
that
his
old
bones
could
not
abide
steps
.
When
he
returned
,
he
told
them
that
Harrenhal
had
been
taken
.
"
Them
Bloody
Mummers
killed
some
of
Ser
Amory
’
s
lot
in
their
beds
,
and
the
rest
at
table
after
they
were
good
and
drunk
.
The
new
lord
will
be
here
before
the
day
’
s
out
,
with
his
whole
host
.
He
’
s
from
the
wild
north
up
where
that
Wall
is
,
and
they
say
he
’
s
a
hard
one
.
This
lord
or
that
lord
,
there
’
s
still
work
to
be
done
.
Any
foolery
and
I
’
ll
whip
the
skin
off
your
back
.
"
He
looked
at
Arya
when
he
said
that
,
but
never
said
a
word
to
her
about
where
she
had
been
the
night
before
.
All
morning
she
watched
the
Bloody
Mummers
strip
the
dead
of
their
valuables
and
drag
the
corpses
to
the
Flowstone
Yard
,
where
a
pyre
was
laid
to
dispose
of
them
.
Shagwell
the
Fool
hacked
the
heads
off
two
dead
knights
and
pranced
about
the
castle
swinging
them
by
the
hair
and
making
them
talk
.
"
What
did
you
die
of
?
"
one
head
asked
.
"
Hot
weasel
soup
,
"
replied
the
second
.
Arya
was
set
to
mopping
up
dried
blood
.
No
one
said
a
word
to
her
beyond
the
usual
,
but
every
so
often
she
would
notice
people
looking
at
her
strangely
.
Robett
Glover
and
the
other
men
they
’
d
freed
must
have
talked
about
what
had
happened
down
in
the
dungeon
,
and
then
Shagwell
and
his
stupid
talking
heads
started
in
about
the
weasel
soup
.
She
would
have
told
him
to
shut
up
,
but
she
was
scared
to
.
The
fool
was
half
-
mad
,
and
she
’
d
heard
that
he
’
d
once
killed
a
man
for
not
laughing
at
one
of
his
japes
.
He
better
shut
his
mouth
or
I
’
ll
put
him
on
my
list
with
the
rest
,
she
thought
as
she
scrubbed
at
a
reddish
-
brown
stain
.
