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Calm
as
still
water
,
she
mouthed
silently
.
As
Godwyn
reached
for
her
,
Arya
moved
.
Quick
as
a
snake
.
She
leaned
to
her
left
,
letting
his
fingers
brush
her
arm
,
spinning
around
him
.
Smooth
as
summer
silk
.
By
the
time
he
got
himself
turned
,
she
was
sprinting
down
the
alley
.
Swift
as
a
deer
.
The
septa
was
screeching
at
her
.
Arya
slid
between
legs
as
thick
and
white
as
marble
columns
,
bounded
to
her
feet
,
bowled
into
Prince
Tommen
and
hopped
over
him
when
he
sat
down
hard
and
said
"
Oof
,
"
spun
away
from
the
second
guard
,
and
then
she
was
past
them
all
,
running
full
out
.
She
heard
shouts
,
then
pounding
footsteps
,
closing
behind
her
.
She
dropped
and
rolled
.
The
red
cloak
went
careening
past
her
,
stumbling
.
Arya
sprang
back
to
her
feet
.
She
saw
a
window
above
her
,
high
and
narrow
,
scarcely
more
than
an
arrow
slit
.
Arya
leapt
,
caught
the
sill
,
pulled
herself
up
.
She
held
her
breath
as
she
wriggled
through
.
Slippery
as
an
eel
.
Dropping
to
the
floor
in
front
of
a
startled
scrubwoman
,
she
hopped
up
,
brushed
the
rushes
off
her
clothes
,
and
was
off
again
,
out
the
door
and
along
a
long
hall
,
down
a
stair
,
across
a
hidden
courtyard
,
around
a
corner
and
over
a
wall
and
through
a
low
narrow
window
into
a
pitch-dark
cellar
.
The
sounds
grew
more
and
more
distant
behind
her
.
Arya
was
out
of
breath
and
quite
thoroughly
lost
.
She
was
in
for
it
now
if
they
had
recognized
her
,
but
she
did
n't
think
they
had
.
She
'd
moved
too
fast
.
Swift
as
a
deer
.
She
hunkered
down
in
the
dark
against
a
damp
stone
wall
and
listened
for
the
pursuit
,
but
the
only
sound
was
the
beating
of
her
own
heart
and
a
distant
drip
of
water
.
Quiet
as
a
shadow
,
she
told
herself
.
She
wondered
where
she
was
.
When
they
had
first
come
to
King
's
Landing
,
she
used
to
have
bad
dreams
about
getting
lost
in
the
castle
.
Father
said
the
Red
Keep
was
smaller
than
Winterfell
,
but
in
her
dreams
it
had
been
immense
,
an
endless
stone
maze
with
walls
that
seemed
to
shift
and
change
behind
her
.
She
would
find
herself
wandering
down
gloomy
halls
past
faded
tapestries
,
descending
endless
circular
stairs
,
darting
through
courtyards
or
over
bridges
,
her
shouts
echoing
unanswered
.
In
some
of
the
rooms
the
red
stone
walls
would
seem
to
drip
blood
,
and
nowhere
could
she
find
a
window
.
Sometimes
she
would
hear
her
father
's
voice
,
but
always
from
a
long
way
off
,
and
no
matter
how
hard
she
ran
after
it
,
it
would
grow
fainter
and
fainter
,
until
it
faded
to
nothing
and
Arya
was
alone
in
the
dark
.
It
was
very
dark
right
now
,
she
realized
.
She
hugged
her
bare
knees
tight
against
her
chest
and
shivered
.
She
would
wait
quietly
and
count
to
ten
thousand
.
By
then
it
would
be
safe
for
her
to
come
creeping
back
out
and
find
her
way
home
.
By
the
time
she
had
reached
eighty-seven
,
the
room
had
begun
to
lighten
as
her
eyes
adjusted
to
the
blackness
.
Slowly
the
shapes
around
her
took
on
form
.
Huge
empty
eyes
stared
at
her
hungrily
through
the
gloom
,
and
dimly
she
saw
the
jagged
shadows
of
long
teeth
.
She
had
lost
the
count
.
She
closed
her
eyes
and
bit
her
lip
and
sent
the
fear
away
.
When
she
looked
again
,
the
monsters
would
be
gone
.
Would
never
have
been
.
She
pretended
that
Syrio
was
beside
her
in
the
dark
,
whispering
in
her
ear
.
Calm
as
still
water
,
she
told
herself
.
Strong
as
a
bear
.
Fierce
as
a
wolverine
.
She
opened
her
eyes
again
.
The
monsters
were
still
there
,
but
the
fear
was
gone
.
Arya
got
to
her
feet
,
moving
warily
.
The
heads
were
all
around
her
.
She
touched
one
,
curious
,
wondering
if
it
was
real
.
Her
fingertips
brushed
a
massive
jaw
.
It
felt
real
enough
.
The
bone
was
smooth
beneath
her
hand
,
cold
and
hard
to
the
touch
.
She
ran
her
fingers
down
a
tooth
,
black
and
sharp
,
a
dagger
made
of
darkness
.
It
made
her
shiver
.
