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Long
after
their
voices
had
faded
away
,
Arya
could
still
see
the
light
of
the
torch
,
a
smoking
star
that
bid
her
follow
.
Twice
it
seemed
to
disappear
,
but
she
kept
on
straight
,
and
both
times
she
found
herself
at
the
top
of
steep
,
narrow
stairs
,
the
torch
glimmering
far
below
her
.
She
hurried
after
it
,
down
and
down
.
Once
she
stumbled
over
a
rock
and
fell
against
the
wall
,
and
her
hand
found
raw
earth
supported
by
timbers
,
whereas
before
the
tunnel
had
been
dressed
stone
.
She
must
have
crept
after
them
for
miles
.
Finally
they
were
gone
,
but
there
was
no
place
to
go
but
forward
.
She
found
the
wall
again
and
followed
,
blind
and
lost
,
pretending
that
Nymeria
was
padding
along
beside
her
in
the
darkness
.
At
the
end
she
was
knee-deep
in
foul-smelling
water
,
wishing
she
could
dance
upon
it
as
Syrio
might
have
,
and
wondering
if
she
'd
ever
see
light
again
.
It
was
full
dark
when
finally
Arya
emerged
into
the
night
air
.
She
found
herself
standing
at
the
mouth
of
a
sewer
where
it
emptied
into
the
river
.
She
stank
so
badly
that
she
stripped
right
there
,
dropping
her
soiled
clothing
on
the
riverbank
as
she
dove
into
the
deep
black
waters
.
She
swam
until
she
felt
clean
,
and
crawled
out
shivering
.
Some
riders
went
past
along
the
river
road
as
Arya
was
washing
her
clothes
,
but
if
they
saw
the
scrawny
naked
girl
scrubbing
her
rags
in
the
moonlight
,
they
took
no
notice
.
She
was
miles
from
the
castle
,
but
from
anywhere
in
King
's
Landing
you
needed
only
to
look
up
to
see
the
Red
Keep
high
on
Aegon
's
Hill
,
so
there
was
no
danger
of
losing
her
way
.
Her
clothes
were
almost
dry
by
the
time
she
reached
the
gatehouse
.
The
portcullis
was
down
and
the
gates
barred
,
so
she
turned
aside
to
a
postern
door
.
The
gold
cloaks
who
had
the
watch
sneered
when
she
told
them
to
let
her
in
.
"
Off
with
you
,
"
one
said
.
"
The
kitchen
scraps
are
gone
,
and
we
'll
have
no
begging
after
dark
.
"
"
I
'm
not
a
beggar
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
live
here
.
"
"
I
said
,
off
with
you
.
Do
you
need
a
clout
on
the
ear
to
help
your
hearing
?
"
"
I
want
to
see
my
father
.
"
The
guards
exchanged
a
glance
.
"
I
want
to
fuck
the
queen
myself
,
for
all
the
good
it
does
me
,
"
the
younger
one
said
.
The
older
scowled
.
"
Who
's
this
father
of
yours
,
boy
,
the
city
ratcatcher
?
"
