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"
He
told
me
to
give
all
his
guards
a
silver
piece
,
for
their
good
service
.
"
The
words
seemed
to
come
out
of
nowhere
.
"
Silver
,
you
say
?
"
He
did
not
believe
her
,
but
he
wanted
to
;
silver
was
silver
,
after
all
.
"
Give
it
over
,
then
.
"
Her
fingers
dug
down
beneath
her
tunic
and
came
out
clutching
the
coin
Jaqen
had
given
her
.
In
the
dark
the
iron
could
pass
for
tarnished
silver
.
She
held
it
out
.
.
.
and
let
it
slip
through
her
fingers
.
Cursing
her
softly
,
the
man
went
to
a
knee
to
grope
for
the
coin
in
the
dirt
and
there
was
his
neck
right
in
front
of
her
Arya
slid
her
dagger
out
and
drew
it
across
his
throat
,
as
smooth
as
summer
silk
.
His
blood
covered
her
hands
in
a
hot
gush
and
he
tried
to
shout
but
there
was
blood
in
his
mouth
as
well
.
"
Valar
morghulis
,
"
she
whispered
as
he
died
.
When
he
stopped
moving
,
she
picked
up
the
coin
.
Outside
the
walls
of
Harrenhal
,
a
wolf
howled
long
and
loud
.
She
lifted
the
bar
,
set
it
aside
,
and
pulled
open
the
heavy
oak
door
.
By
the
time
Hot
Pie
and
Gendry
came
up
with
the
horses
,
the
rain
was
falling
hard
.
"
You
killed
him
!
"
Hot
Pie
gasped
.
"
What
did
you
think
I
would
do
?
"
Her
fingers
were
sticky
with
blood
,
and
the
smell
was
making
her
mare
skittish
.
It
’
s
no
matter
,
she
thought
,
swinging
up
into
the
saddle
.
The
rain
will
wash
them
clean
again
.
The
throne
room
was
a
sea
of
jewels
,
furs
,
and
bright
fabrics
.
Lords
and
ladies
filled
the
back
of
the
hall
and
stood
beneath
the
high
windows
,
jostling
like
fishwives
on
a
dock
.
The
denizens
of
Joffrey
’
s
court
had
striven
to
outdo
each
other
today
.
Jalabhar
Xho
was
all
in
feathers
,
a
plumage
so
fantastic
and
extravagant
that
he
seemed
like
to
take
flight
.
The
High
Septon
’
s
crystal
crown
fired
rainbows
through
the
air
every
time
he
moved
his
head
.
At
the
council
table
,
Queen
Cersei
shimmered
in
a
cloth
-
of
-
gold
gown
slashed
in
burgundy
velvet
,
while
beside
her
Varys
fussed
and
simpered
in
a
lilac
brocade
.
Moon
Boy
and
Ser
Dontos
wore
new
suits
of
motley
,
clean
as
a
spring
morning
.
Even
Lady
Tanda
and
her
daughters
looked
pretty
in
matching
gowns
of
turquoise
silk
and
vair
,
and
Lord
Gyles
was
coughing
into
a
square
of
scarlet
silk
trimmed
with
golden
lace
.
King
Joffrey
sat
above
them
all
,
amongst
the
blades
and
barbs
of
the
Iron
Throne
.
He
was
in
crimson
samite
,
his
black
mantle
studded
with
rubies
,
on
his
head
his
heavy
golden
crown
.
