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The
one-eared
black
tom
arched
his
back
and
hissed
at
her
.
Arya
padded
down
the
alley
,
balanced
lightly
on
the
balls
of
her
bare
feet
,
listening
to
the
flutter
of
her
heart
,
breathing
slow
deep
breaths
.
Quiet
as
a
shadow
,
she
told
herself
,
light
as
a
feather
.
The
tomcat
watched
her
come
,
his
eyes
wary
.
Catching
cats
was
hard
.
Her
hands
were
covered
with
half-healed
scratches
,
and
both
knees
were
scabbed
over
where
she
had
scraped
them
raw
in
tumbles
.
At
first
even
the
cook
's
huge
fat
kitchen
cat
had
been
able
to
elude
her
,
but
Syrio
had
kept
her
at
it
day
and
night
.
When
she
'd
run
to
him
with
her
hands
bleeding
,
he
had
said
,
"
So
slow
?
Be
quicker
,
girl
.
Your
enemies
will
give
you
more
than
scratches
.
"
He
had
dabbed
her
wounds
with
Myrish
fire
,
which
burned
so
bad
she
had
had
to
bite
her
lip
to
keep
from
screaming
.
Then
he
sent
her
out
after
more
cats
.
The
Red
Keep
was
full
of
cats
:
lazy
old
cats
dozing
in
the
sun
,
cold-eyed
mousers
twitching
their
tails
,
quick
little
kittens
with
claws
like
needles
,
ladies
'
cats
all
combed
and
trusting
,
ragged
shadows
prowling
the
midden
heaps
.
One
by
one
Arya
had
chased
them
down
and
snatched
them
up
and
brought
them
proudly
to
Syrio
Forel
...
all
but
this
one
,
this
one-eared
black
devil
of
a
tomcat
.
"
That
's
the
real
king
of
this
castle
right
there
,
"
one
of
the
gold
cloaks
had
told
her
.
"
Older
than
sin
and
twice
as
mean
.
One
time
,
the
king
was
feasting
the
queen
's
father
,
and
that
black
bastard
hopped
up
on
the
table
and
snatched
a
roast
quail
right
out
of
Lord
Tywin
's
fingers
.
Robert
laughed
so
hard
he
like
to
burst
.
You
stay
away
from
that
one
,
child
.
"
He
had
run
her
halfway
across
the
castle
;
twice
around
the
Tower
of
the
Hand
,
across
the
inner
bailey
,
through
the
stables
,
down
the
serpentine
steps
,
past
the
small
kitchen
and
the
pig
yard
and
the
barracks
of
the
gold
cloaks
,
along
the
base
of
the
river
wall
and
up
more
steps
and
back
and
forth
over
Traitor
's
Walk
,
and
then
down
again
and
through
a
gate
and
around
a
well
and
in
and
out
of
strange
buildings
until
Arya
did
n't
know
where
she
was
.
Now
at
last
she
had
him
.
High
walls
pressed
close
on
either
side
,
and
ahead
was
a
blank
windowless
mass
of
stone
.
Quiet
as
a
shadow
,
she
repeated
,
sliding
forward
,
light
as
a
feather
.
When
she
was
three
steps
away
from
him
,
the
tomcat
bolted
.
Left
,
then
right
,
he
went
;
and
right
,
then
left
,
went
Arya
,
cutting
off
his
escape
.
He
hissed
again
and
tried
to
dart
between
her
legs
.
Quick
as
a
snake
,
she
thought
.
Her
hands
closed
around
him
.
She
hugged
him
to
her
chest
,
whirling
and
laughing
aloud
as
his
claws
raked
at
the
front
of
her
leather
jerkin
.
Ever
so
fast
,
she
kissed
him
right
between
the
eyes
,
and
jerked
her
head
back
an
instant
before
his
claws
would
have
found
her
face
.
The
tomcat
yowled
and
spit
.
"
What
's
he
doing
to
that
cat
?
"
Startled
,
Arya
dropped
the
cat
and
whirled
toward
the
voice
.
The
tom
bounded
off
in
the
blink
of
an
eye
.
At
the
end
of
the
alley
stood
a
girl
with
a
mass
of
golden
curls
,
dressed
as
pretty
as
a
doll
in
blue
satin
.
Beside
her
was
a
plump
little
blond
boy
with
a
prancing
stag
sewn
in
pearls
across
the
front
of
his
doublet
and
a
miniature
sword
at
his
belt
.
