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That
evening
they
stopped
in
a
village
at
an
ivy
-
covered
inn
.
Yoren
counted
the
coins
in
his
purse
and
decided
they
had
enough
for
a
hot
meal
.
"
We
’
ll
sleep
outside
,
same
as
ever
,
but
they
got
a
bathhouse
here
,
if
any
of
you
feels
the
need
o
’
hot
water
and
a
lick
o
’
soap
.
"
Arya
did
not
dare
,
even
though
she
smelled
as
bad
as
Yoren
by
now
,
all
sour
and
stinky
.
Some
of
the
creatures
living
in
her
clothes
had
come
all
the
way
from
Flea
Bottom
with
her
;
it
didn
’
t
seem
right
to
drown
them
.
Tarber
and
Hot
Pie
and
the
Bull
joined
the
line
of
men
headed
for
the
tubs
.
Others
settled
down
in
front
of
the
bathhouse
.
The
rest
crowded
into
the
common
room
.
Yoren
even
sent
Lommy
out
with
tankards
for
the
three
in
fetters
,
who
’
d
been
left
chained
up
in
the
back
of
their
wagon
.
Washed
and
unwashed
alike
supped
on
hot
pork
pies
and
baked
apples
.
The
innkeeper
gave
them
a
round
of
beer
on
the
house
.
"
I
had
a
brother
took
the
black
,
years
ago
.
Serving
boy
,
clever
,
but
one
day
he
got
seen
filching
pepper
from
m
’
lord
’
s
table
.
He
liked
the
taste
of
it
,
is
all
.
Just
a
pinch
o
’
pepper
,
but
Ser
Malcolm
was
a
hard
man
.
You
get
pepper
on
the
Wall
?
"
When
Yoren
shook
his
head
,
the
man
sighed
.
"
Shame
.
Lync
loved
that
pepper
.
"
Arya
sipped
at
her
tankard
cautiously
,
between
spoonfuls
of
pie
still
warm
from
the
oven
.
Her
father
sometimes
let
them
have
a
cup
of
beer
,
she
remembered
.
Sansa
used
to
make
a
face
at
the
taste
and
say
that
wine
was
ever
so
much
finer
,
but
Arya
had
liked
it
well
enough
.
It
made
her
sad
to
think
of
Sansa
and
her
father
.
The
inn
was
full
of
people
moving
south
,
and
the
common
room
erupted
in
scorn
when
Yoren
said
they
were
traveling
the
other
way
.
"
You
’
ll
be
back
soon
enough
,
"
the
innkeeper
vowed
.
"
There
’
s
no
going
north
.
Half
the
fields
are
burnt
,
and
what
folks
are
left
are
walled
up
inside
their
holdfasts
.
One
bunch
rides
off
at
dawn
and
another
one
shows
up
by
dusk
.
"
"
That
’
s
nothing
to
us
,
"
Yoren
insisted
stubbornly
.
"
Tully
or
Lannister
,
makes
no
matter
.
The
Watch
takes
no
part
.
"
Lord
Tully
is
my
grandfather
,
Arya
thought
.
It
mattered
to
her
,
but
she
chewed
her
lip
and
kept
quiet
,
listening
.
"
It
’
s
more
than
Lannister
and
Tully
,
"
the
innkeeper
said
.
"
There
’
s
wild
men
down
from
the
Mountains
of
the
Moon
,
try
telling
them
you
take
no
part
.
And
the
Starks
are
in
it
too
,
the
young
lord
’
s
come
down
,
the
dead
Hand
’
s
son
.
.
.
"
