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"
I
have
friends
,
"
Arya
said
.
"
None
I
can
see
,
"
said
the
one
without
a
nose
.
He
was
squat
and
thick
,
with
huge
hands
.
Black
hair
covered
his
arms
and
legs
and
chest
,
even
his
back
.
He
reminded
Arya
of
a
drawing
she
had
once
seen
in
a
book
,
of
an
ape
from
the
Summer
Isles
.
The
hole
in
his
face
made
it
hard
to
look
at
him
for
long
.
The
bald
one
opened
his
mouth
and
hissed
like
some
immense
white
lizard
.
When
Arya
flinched
back
,
startled
,
he
opened
his
mouth
wide
and
waggled
his
tongue
at
her
,
only
it
was
more
a
stump
than
a
tongue
.
"
Stop
that
,
"
she
blurted
.
"
A
man
does
not
choose
his
companions
in
the
black
cells
,
"
the
handsome
one
with
the
red
-
and
-
white
hair
said
.
Something
about
the
way
he
talked
reminded
her
of
Syrio
;
it
was
the
same
,
yet
different
too
.
"
These
two
,
they
have
no
courtesy
.
A
man
must
ask
forgiveness
.
You
are
called
Arry
,
is
that
not
so
?
"
"
Lumpyhead
,
"
said
the
noseless
one
.
"
Lumpyhead
Lumpyface
Stickboy
.
Have
a
care
,
Lorath
,
he
’
ll
hit
you
with
his
stick
.
"
"
A
man
must
be
ashamed
of
the
company
he
keeps
,
Arry
,
"
the
handsome
one
said
.
"
This
man
has
the
honor
to
be
Jaqen
H
’
ghar
,
once
of
the
Free
City
of
Lorath
.
Would
that
he
were
home
.
This
man
’
s
ill
-
bred
companions
in
captivity
are
named
Rorge
"
—
he
waved
his
tankard
at
the
noseless
man
—
"
and
Biter
.
"
Biter
hissed
at
her
again
,
displaying
a
mouthful
of
yellowed
teeth
filed
into
points
.
"
A
man
must
have
some
name
,
is
that
not
so
?
Biter
cannot
speak
and
Biter
cannot
write
,
yet
his
teeth
are
very
sharp
,
so
a
man
calls
him
Biter
and
he
smiles
.
Are
you
charmed
?
"
Arya
backed
away
from
the
wagon
.
"
No
.
"
They
can
’
t
hurt
me
,
she
told
herself
,
they
’
re
all
chained
up
.
He
turned
his
tankard
upside
down
.
"
A
man
must
weep
.
"
Rorge
,
the
noseless
one
,
flung
his
drinking
cup
at
her
with
a
curse
.
His
manacles
made
him
clumsy
,
yet
even
so
he
would
have
sent
the
heavy
pewter
tankard
crashing
into
her
head
if
Arya
hadn
’
t
leapt
aside
.
"
You
get
us
some
beer
,
pimple
.
Now
!
"
