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"
It
’
s
me
they
want
,
"
Arya
whispered
back
.
His
ear
smelled
of
soap
.
"
You
be
quiet
.
"
"
The
queen
wants
him
,
old
man
,
not
that
it
’
s
your
concern
,
"
the
officer
said
,
drawing
a
ribbon
from
his
belt
.
"
Here
,
Her
Grace
’
s
seal
and
warrant
.
"
Behind
the
hedge
,
the
Bull
shook
his
head
doubtfully
.
"
Why
would
the
queen
want
you
,
Arry
?
"
She
punched
his
shoulder
.
"
Be
quiet
!
"
Yoren
fingered
the
warrant
ribbon
with
its
blob
of
golden
wax
.
"
Pretty
.
"
He
spit
.
"
Thing
is
,
the
boy
’
s
in
the
Night
’
s
Watch
now
.
What
he
done
back
in
the
city
don
’
t
mean
piss
-
all
.
"
"
The
queen
’
s
not
interested
in
your
views
,
old
man
,
and
neither
am
I
,
"
the
officer
said
.
"
I
’
ll
have
the
boy
.
"
Arya
thought
about
running
,
but
she
knew
she
wouldn
’
t
get
far
on
her
donkey
when
the
gold
cloaks
had
horses
.
And
she
was
so
tired
of
running
.
She
’
d
run
when
Ser
Meryn
came
for
her
,
and
again
when
they
killed
her
father
.
If
she
was
a
real
water
dancer
,
she
would
go
out
there
with
Needle
and
kill
all
of
them
,
and
never
run
from
anyone
ever
again
.
"
You
’
ll
have
no
one
,
"
Yoren
said
stubbornly
.
"
There
’
s
laws
on
such
things
.
"
The
gold
cloak
drew
a
shortsword
.
"
Here
’
s
your
law
.
"
Yoren
looked
at
the
blade
.
"
That
’
s
no
law
,
just
a
sword
.
Happens
I
got
one
too
.
"
