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"
Then
you
’
re
stupid
.
They
scare
me
.
"
The
Bull
’
s
hand
fell
to
the
hilt
of
his
sword
,
and
Rorge
began
to
laugh
.
"
Let
’
s
get
away
from
them
.
"
Arya
scuffed
at
the
ground
with
her
foot
,
but
she
let
the
Bull
lead
her
around
to
the
front
of
the
inn
.
Rorge
’
s
laughter
and
Biter
’
s
hissing
followed
them
.
"
Want
to
fight
?
"
she
asked
the
Bull
.
She
wanted
to
hit
something
.
He
blinked
at
her
,
startled
.
Strands
of
thick
black
hair
,
still
wet
from
the
bathhouse
,
fell
across
his
deep
blue
eyes
.
"
I
’
d
hurt
you
.
"
"
You
would
not
.
"
"
You
don
’
t
know
how
strong
I
am
.
"
"
You
don
’
t
know
how
quick
I
am
.
"
"
You
’
re
asking
for
it
,
Arry
.
"
He
drew
Praed
’
s
longsword
.
"
This
is
cheap
steel
,
but
it
’
s
a
real
sword
.
"
Arya
unsheathed
Needle
.
"
This
is
good
steel
,
so
it
’
s
realer
than
yours
.
"
The
Bull
shook
his
head
.
"
Promise
not
to
cry
if
I
cut
you
?
"
"
I
’
ll
promise
if
you
will
.
"
She
turned
sideways
,
into
her
water
dancer
’
s
stance
,
but
the
Bull
did
not
move
.
He
was
looking
at
something
behind
her
.
"
What
’
s
wrong
?
"
