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"
I
says
,
come
.
"
He
grabbed
her
arm
,
hard
.
Everything
Syrio
Forel
had
ever
taught
her
vanished
in
a
heartbeat
.
In
that
instant
of
sudden
terror
,
the
only
lesson
Arya
could
remember
was
the
one
Jon
Snow
had
given
her
,
the
very
first
.
She
stuck
him
with
the
pointy
end
,
driving
the
blade
upward
with
a
wild
,
hysterical
strength
.
Needle
went
through
his
leather
jerkin
and
the
white
flesh
of
his
belly
and
came
out
between
his
shoulder
blades
.
The
boy
dropped
the
pitchfork
and
made
a
soft
noise
,
something
between
a
gasp
and
a
sigh
.
His
hands
closed
around
the
blade
.
"
Oh
,
gods
,
"
he
moaned
,
as
his
undertunic
began
to
redden
.
"
Take
it
out
.
"
When
she
took
it
out
,
he
died
.
The
horses
were
screaming
.
Arya
stood
over
the
body
,
still
and
frightened
in
the
face
of
death
.
Blood
had
gushed
from
the
boy
's
mouth
as
he
collapsed
,
and
more
was
seeping
from
the
slit
in
his
belly
,
pooling
beneath
his
body
.
His
palms
were
cut
where
he
'd
grabbed
at
the
blade
.
She
backed
away
slowly
,
Needle
red
in
her
hand
.
She
had
to
get
away
,
someplace
far
from
here
,
someplace
safe
away
from
the
stableboy
's
accusing
eyes
.
She
snatched
up
the
bridle
and
harness
again
and
ran
to
her
mare
,
but
as
she
lifted
the
saddle
to
the
horse
's
back
,
Arya
realized
with
a
sudden
sick
dread
that
the
castle
gates
would
be
closed
.
Even
the
postern
doors
would
likely
be
guarded
.
Maybe
the
guards
would
n't
recognize
her
.
If
they
thought
she
was
a
boy
,
perhaps
they
'd
let
her
...
no
,
they
'd
have
orders
not
to
let
anyone
out
,
it
would
n't
matter
whether
they
knew
her
or
not
.
But
there
was
another
way
out
of
the
castle
...
The
saddle
slipped
from
Arya
's
fingers
and
fell
to
the
dirt
with
a
thump
and
a
puff
of
dust
.
Could
she
find
the
room
with
the
monsters
again
?
She
was
n't
certain
,
yet
she
knew
she
had
to
try
.
She
found
the
clothing
she
'd
gathered
and
slipped
into
the
cloak
,
concealing
Needle
beneath
its
folds
.
The
rest
of
her
things
she
tied
in
a
roll
.
With
the
bundle
under
her
arm
,
she
crept
to
the
far
end
of
the
stable
.
Unlatching
the
back
door
,
she
peeked
out
anxiously
.
She
could
hear
the
distant
sound
of
swordplay
,
and
the
shivery
wail
of
a
man
screaming
in
pain
across
the
bailey
.
She
would
need
to
go
down
the
serpentine
steps
,
past
the
small
kitchen
and
the
pig
yard
,
that
was
how
she
'd
gone
last
time
,
chasing
the
black
tomcat
...
only
that
would
take
her
right
past
the
barracks
of
the
gold
cloaks
.
She
could
n't
go
that
way
.
Arya
tried
to
think
of
another
way
.
If
she
crossed
to
the
other
side
of
the
castle
,
she
could
creep
along
the
river
wall
and
through
the
little
godswood
...
but
first
she
'd
have
to
cross
the
yard
,
in
the
plain
view
of
the
guards
on
the
walls
.
