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The
boy
got
to
his
feet
,
pushing
straw
from
his
hair
.
"
Wha
,
at
this
hour
?
Horses
,
you
say
?
"
He
blinked
at
the
sigil
on
her
tunic
.
"
Whas
he
want
horses
for
,
in
the
dark
?
"
"
Lord
Bolton
is
not
in
the
habit
of
being
questioned
by
servants
.
"
She
crossed
her
arms
.
The
stableboy
was
still
looking
at
the
flayed
man
.
He
knew
what
it
meant
.
"
Three
,
you
say
?
"
"
One
two
three
.
Hunting
horses
.
Fast
and
surefoot
.
"
Arya
helped
him
with
the
bridles
and
saddles
,
so
he
would
not
need
to
wake
any
of
the
others
.
She
hoped
they
would
not
hurt
him
afterward
,
but
she
knew
they
probably
would
.
Leading
the
horses
across
the
castle
was
the
worst
part
.
She
stayed
in
the
shadow
of
the
curtain
wall
whenever
she
could
,
so
the
sentries
walking
their
rounds
on
the
ramparts
above
would
have
needed
to
look
almost
straight
down
to
see
her
.
And
if
they
do
,
what
of
it
?
I
’
m
my
lord
’
s
own
cupbearer
.
It
was
a
chill
dank
autumn
night
.
Clouds
were
blowing
in
from
the
west
,
hiding
the
stars
,
and
the
Wailing
Tower
screamed
mournfully
at
every
gust
of
wind
.
It
smells
like
rain
.
Arya
did
not
know
whether
that
would
be
good
or
bad
for
their
escape
.
No
one
saw
her
,
and
she
saw
no
one
,
only
a
grey
-
and
-
white
cat
creeping
along
atop
the
godswood
wall
.
It
stopped
and
spit
at
her
,
waking
memories
of
the
Red
Keep
and
her
father
and
Syrio
Forel
.
"
I
could
catch
you
if
I
wanted
,
"
she
called
to
it
softly
,
"
but
I
have
to
go
,
cat
.
"
The
cat
hissed
again
and
ran
off
.
The
Tower
of
Ghosts
was
the
most
ruinous
of
Harrenhal
’
s
five
immense
towers
.
It
stood
dark
and
desolate
behind
the
remains
of
a
collapsed
sept
where
only
rats
had
come
to
pray
for
near
three
hundred
years
.
It
was
there
she
waited
to
see
if
Gendry
and
Hot
Pie
would
come
.
It
seemed
as
though
she
waited
a
long
time
.
The
horses
nibbled
at
the
weeds
that
grew
up
between
the
broken
stones
while
the
clouds
swallowed
the
last
of
the
stars
.
Arya
took
out
the
dagger
and
sharpened
it
to
keep
her
hands
busy
.
Long
smooth
strokes
,
the
way
Syrio
had
taught
her
.
The
sound
calmed
her
.
She
heard
them
coming
long
before
she
saw
them
.
Hot
Pie
was
breathing
heavily
,
and
once
he
stumbled
in
the
dark
,
barked
his
shin
,
and
cursed
loud
enough
to
wake
half
of
Harrenhal
.
Gendry
was
quieter
,
but
the
swords
he
was
carrying
rang
together
as
he
moved
.
"
Here
I
am
.
"
She
stood
.
"
Be
quiet
or
they
’
ll
hear
you
.
"
The
boys
picked
their
way
toward
her
over
tumbled
stones
.
Gendry
was
wearing
oiled
chain
-
mail
under
his
cloak
,
she
saw
,
and
he
had
his
blacksmith
’
s
hammer
slung
across
his
back
.
Hot
Pie
’
s
red
round
face
peered
out
from
under
a
hood
.
He
had
a
sack
of
bread
dangling
from
his
right
hand
and
a
big
wheel
of
cheese
under
his
left
arm
.
"
There
’
s
a
guard
on
that
postern
,
"
said
Gendry
quietly
.
