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"
But
there
is
no
pack
,
"
she
whispered
to
the
weirwood
.
Bran
and
Rickon
were
dead
,
the
Lannisters
had
Sansa
,
Jon
had
gone
to
the
Wall
.
"
I
’
m
not
even
me
now
,
I
’
m
Nan
.
"
"
You
are
Arya
of
Winterfell
,
daughter
of
the
north
.
You
told
me
you
could
be
strong
.
You
have
the
wolf
blood
in
you
.
"
"
The
wolf
blood
.
"
Arya
remembered
now
.
"
I
’
ll
be
as
strong
as
Robb
.
I
said
I
would
.
"
She
took
a
deep
breath
,
then
lifted
the
broomstick
in
both
hands
and
brought
it
down
across
her
knee
.
It
broke
with
a
loud
crack
,
and
she
threw
the
pieces
aside
.
I
am
a
direwolf
,
and
done
with
wooden
teeth
.
That
night
she
lay
in
her
narrow
bed
upon
the
scratchy
straw
,
listening
to
the
voices
of
the
living
and
the
dead
whisper
and
argue
as
she
waited
for
the
moon
to
rise
.
They
were
the
only
voices
she
trusted
anymore
.
She
could
hear
the
sound
of
her
own
breath
,
and
the
wolves
as
well
,
a
great
pack
of
them
now
.
They
are
closer
than
the
one
I
heard
in
the
godswood
,
she
thought
.
They
are
calling
to
me
.
Finally
she
slipped
from
under
the
blanket
,
wriggled
into
a
tunic
,
and
padded
barefoot
down
the
stairs
.
Roose
Bolton
was
a
cautious
man
,
and
the
entrance
to
Kingspyre
was
guarded
day
and
night
,
so
she
had
to
slip
out
of
a
narrow
cellar
window
.
The
yard
was
still
,
the
great
castle
lost
in
haunted
dreams
.
Above
,
the
wind
keened
through
the
Wailing
Tower
.
At
the
forge
she
found
the
fires
extinguished
and
the
doors
closed
and
barred
.
She
crept
in
a
window
,
as
she
had
once
before
.
Gendry
shared
a
mattress
with
two
other
apprentice
smiths
.
She
crouched
in
the
loft
for
a
long
time
before
her
eyes
adjusted
enough
for
her
to
be
sure
that
he
was
the
one
on
the
end
.
Then
she
put
a
hand
over
his
mouth
and
pinched
him
.
His
eyes
opened
.
He
could
not
have
been
very
deeply
asleep
.
"
Please
,
"
she
whispered
.
She
took
her
hand
off
his
mouth
and
pointed
.
For
a
moment
she
did
not
think
he
understood
,
but
then
he
slid
out
from
under
the
blankets
.
Naked
,
he
padded
across
the
room
,
shrugged
into
a
loose
rough
-
spun
tunic
,
and
climbed
down
from
the
loft
after
her
.
The
other
sleepers
did
not
stir
.
"
What
do
you
want
now
?
"
Gendry
said
in
a
low
angry
voice
.
"
A
sword
.
"
"
Blackthumb
keeps
all
the
blades
locked
up
,
I
told
you
that
a
hundred
times
.
Is
this
for
Lord
Leech
?
"
