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"
I
do
n't
care
,
"
Arya
said
.
"
The
wheelhouse
does
n't
even
have
windows
,
you
ca
n't
see
a
thing
.
"
"
What
could
you
want
to
see
?
"
Sansa
said
,
annoyed
.
She
had
been
thrilled
by
the
invitation
,
and
her
stupid
sister
was
going
to
ruin
everything
,
just
as
she
'd
feared
.
"
It
's
all
just
fields
and
farms
and
holdfasts
.
"
"
It
is
not
,
"
Arya
said
stubbornly
.
"
If
you
came
with
us
sometimes
,
you
'd
see
.
"
"
I
hate
riding
,
"
Sansa
said
fervently
.
"
All
it
does
is
get
you
soiled
and
dusty
and
sore
.
"
Arya
shrugged
.
"
Hold
still
,
"
she
snapped
at
Nymeria
,
"
I
'm
not
hurting
you
.
"
Then
to
Sansa
she
said
,
"
When
we
were
crossing
the
Neck
,
I
counted
thirty-six
flowers
I
never
saw
before
,
and
Mycah
showed
me
a
lizard-lion
.
"
Sansa
shuddered
.
They
had
been
twelve
days
crossing
the
Neck
,
rumbling
down
a
crooked
causeway
through
an
endless
black
bog
,
and
she
had
hated
every
moment
of
it
.
The
air
had
been
damp
and
clammy
,
the
causeway
so
narrow
they
could
not
even
make
proper
camp
at
night
,
they
had
to
stop
right
on
the
kingsroad
.
Dense
thickets
of
half-drowned
trees
pressed
close
around
them
,
branches
dripping
with
curtains
of
pale
fungus
.
Huge
flowers
bloomed
in
the
mud
and
floated
on
pools
of
stagnant
water
,
but
if
you
were
stupid
enough
to
leave
the
causeway
to
pluck
them
,
there
were
quicksands
waiting
to
suck
you
down
,
and
snakes
watching
from
the
trees
,
and
lizard-lions
floating
half-submerged
in
the
water
,
like
black
logs
with
eyes
and
teeth
.
None
of
which
stopped
Arya
,
of
course
.
One
day
she
came
back
grinning
her
horsey
grin
,
her
hair
all
tangled
and
her
clothes
covered
in
mud
,
clutching
a
raggedy
bunch
of
purple
and
green
flowers
for
Father
.
Sansa
kept
hoping
he
would
tell
Arya
to
behave
herself
and
act
like
the
highborn
lady
she
was
supposed
to
be
,
but
he
never
did
,
he
only
hugged
her
and
thanked
her
for
the
flowers
.
That
just
made
her
worse
.
Then
it
turned
out
the
purple
flowers
were
called
poison
kisses
,
and
Arya
got
a
rash
on
her
arms
.
Sansa
would
have
thought
that
might
have
taught
her
a
lesson
,
but
Arya
laughed
about
it
,
and
the
next
day
she
rubbed
mud
all
over
her
arms
like
some
ignorant
bog
woman
just
because
her
friend
Mycah
told
her
it
would
stop
the
itching
.
She
had
bruises
on
her
arms
and
shoulders
too
,
dark
purple
welts
and
faded
green-and-yellow
splotches
,
Sansa
had
seen
them
when
her
sister
undressed
for
sleep
.
How
she
had
gotten
those
only
the
seven
gods
knew
.
Arya
was
still
going
on
,
brushing
out
Nymeria
's
tangles
and
chattering
about
things
she
'd
seen
on
the
trek
south
.
"
Last
week
we
found
this
haunted
watchtower
,
and
the
day
before
we
chased
a
herd
of
wild
horses
.
You
should
have
seen
them
run
when
they
caught
a
scent
of
Nymeria
.
"
The
wolf
wriggled
in
her
grasp
and
Arya
scolded
her
.
"
Stop
that
,
I
have
to
do
the
other
side
,
you
're
all
muddy
.
"
