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"
You
're
not
supposed
to
leave
the
column
,
"
Sansa
reminded
her
.
"
Father
said
so
.
"
Arya
shrugged
.
"
I
did
n't
go
far
.
Anyway
,
Nymeria
was
with
me
the
whole
time
.
I
do
n't
always
go
off
,
either
.
Sometimes
it
's
fun
just
to
ride
along
with
the
wagons
and
talk
to
people
.
"
Sansa
knew
all
about
the
sorts
of
people
Arya
liked
to
talk
to
:
squires
and
grooms
and
serving
girls
,
old
men
and
naked
children
,
rough-spoken
freeriders
of
uncertain
birth
.
Arya
would
make
friends
with
anybody
.
This
Mycah
was
the
worst
;
a
butcher
's
boy
,
thirteen
and
wild
,
he
slept
in
the
meat
wagon
and
smelled
of
the
slaughtering
block
.
Just
the
sight
of
him
was
enough
to
make
Sansa
feel
sick
,
but
Arya
seemed
to
prefer
his
company
to
hers
.
Sansa
was
running
out
of
patience
now
.
"
You
have
to
come
with
me
,
"
she
told
her
sister
firmly
.
"
You
ca
n't
refuse
the
queen
.
Septa
Mordane
will
expect
you
.
"
Arya
ignored
her
.
She
gave
a
hard
yank
with
the
brush
.
Nymeria
growled
and
spun
away
,
affronted
.
"
Come
back
here
!
"
"
There
's
going
to
be
lemon
cakes
and
tea
,
"
Sansa
went
on
,
all
adult
and
reasonable
.
Lady
brushed
against
her
leg
.
Sansa
scratched
her
ears
the
way
she
liked
,
and
Lady
sat
beside
her
on
her
haunches
,
watching
Arya
chase
Nymeria
.
"
Why
would
you
want
to
ride
a
smelly
old
horse
and
get
all
sore
and
sweaty
when
you
could
recline
on
feather
pillows
and
eat
cakes
with
the
queen
?
"
"
I
do
n't
like
the
queen
,
"
Arya
said
casually
.
Sansa
sucked
in
her
breath
,
shocked
that
even
Arya
would
say
such
a
thing
,
but
her
sister
prattled
on
,
heedless
.
"
She
wo
n't
even
let
me
bring
Nymeria
.
"
She
thrust
the
brush
under
her
belt
and
stalked
her
wolf
.
Nymeria
watched
her
approach
warily
.
"
A
royal
wheelhouse
is
no
place
for
a
wolf
,
"
Sansa
said
.
"
And
Princess
Myrcella
is
afraid
of
them
,
you
know
that
.
"
"
Myrcella
is
a
little
baby
.
"
Arya
grabbed
Nymeria
around
her
neck
,
but
the
moment
she
pulled
out
the
brush
again
the
direwolf
wriggled
free
and
bounded
off
.
Frustrated
,
Arya
threw
down
the
brush
.
"
Bad
wolf
!
"
she
shouted
.
