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Three
days
later
,
at
midday
,
her
father
's
steward
Vayon
Poole
sent
Arya
to
the
Small
Hall
.
The
trestle
tables
had
been
dismantled
and
the
benches
shoved
against
the
walls
.
The
hall
seemed
empty
,
until
an
unfamiliar
voice
said
,
"
You
are
late
,
boy
.
"
A
slight
man
with
a
bald
head
and
a
great
beak
of
a
nose
stepped
out
of
the
shadows
,
holding
a
pair
of
slender
wooden
swords
.
"
Tomorrow
you
will
be
here
at
midday
.
"
He
had
an
accent
,
the
lilt
of
the
Free
Cities
,
Braavos
perhaps
,
or
Myr
.
"
Who
are
you
?
"
Arya
asked
.
"
I
am
your
dancing
master
.
"
He
tossed
her
one
of
the
wooden
blades
.
She
grabbed
for
it
,
missed
,
and
heard
it
clatter
to
the
floor
.
"
Tomorrow
you
will
catch
it
.
Now
pick
it
up
.
"
It
was
not
just
a
stick
,
but
a
true
wooden
sword
complete
with
grip
and
guard
and
pommel
.
Arya
picked
it
up
and
clutched
it
nervously
with
both
hands
,
holding
it
out
in
front
of
her
.
It
was
heavier
than
it
looked
,
much
heavier
than
Needle
.
The
bald
man
clicked
his
teeth
together
.
"
That
is
not
the
way
,
boy
.
This
is
not
a
greatsword
that
is
needing
two
hands
to
swing
it
.
You
will
take
the
blade
in
one
hand
.
"
"
It
's
too
heavy
,
"
Arya
said
.
"
It
is
heavy
as
it
needs
to
be
to
make
you
strong
,
and
for
the
balancing
.
A
hollow
inside
is
filled
with
lead
,
just
so
.
One
hand
now
is
all
that
is
needing
.
"
Arya
took
her
right
hand
off
the
grip
and
wiped
her
sweaty
palm
on
her
pants
.
She
held
the
sword
in
her
left
hand
.
He
seemed
to
approve
.
"
The
left
is
good
.
All
is
reversed
,
it
will
make
your
enemies
more
awkward
.
Now
you
are
standing
wrong
.
Turn
your
body
sideface
,
yes
,
so
.
You
are
skinny
as
the
shaft
of
a
spear
,
do
you
know
.
That
is
good
too
,
the
target
is
smaller
.
Now
the
grip
.
Let
me
see
.
"
He
moved
closer
and
peered
at
her
hand
,
prying
her
fingers
apart
,
rearranging
them
.
"
Just
so
,
yes
.
Do
not
squeeze
it
so
tight
,
no
,
the
grip
must
be
deft
,
delicate
.
"
"
What
if
I
drop
it
?
"
Arya
said
.
"
The
steel
must
be
part
of
your
arm
,
"
the
bald
man
told
her
.
"
Can
you
drop
part
of
your
arm
?
No
.
Nine
years
Syrio
Forel
was
first
sword
to
the
Sealord
of
Braavos
,
he
knows
these
things
.
Listen
to
him
,
boy
.
"
