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She
had
never
seen
so
many
men
on
the
walls
.
Gold
cloaks
,
most
of
them
,
armed
with
spears
.
Some
of
them
knew
her
by
sight
.
What
would
they
do
if
they
saw
her
running
across
the
yard
?
She
'd
look
so
small
from
up
there
,
would
they
be
able
to
tell
who
she
was
?
Would
they
care
?
She
had
to
leave
now
,
she
told
herself
,
but
when
the
moment
came
,
she
was
too
frightened
to
move
.
Calm
as
still
water
,
a
small
voice
whispered
in
her
ear
.
Arya
was
so
startled
she
almost
dropped
her
bundle
.
She
looked
around
wildly
,
but
there
was
no
one
in
the
stable
but
her
,
and
the
horses
,
and
the
dead
men
.
Quiet
as
a
shadow
,
she
heard
.
Was
it
her
own
voice
,
or
Syrio
's
?
She
could
not
tell
,
yet
somehow
it
calmed
her
fears
.
She
stepped
out
of
the
stable
.
It
was
the
scariest
thing
she
'd
ever
done
.
She
wanted
to
run
and
hide
,
but
she
made
herself
walk
across
the
yard
,
slowly
,
putting
one
foot
in
front
of
the
other
as
if
she
had
all
the
time
in
the
world
and
no
reason
to
be
afraid
of
anyone
.
She
thought
she
could
feel
their
eyes
,
like
bugs
crawling
on
her
skin
under
her
clothes
.
Arya
never
looked
up
.
If
she
saw
them
watching
,
all
her
courage
would
desert
her
,
she
knew
,
and
she
would
drop
the
bundle
of
clothes
and
run
and
cry
like
a
baby
,
and
then
they
would
have
her
.
She
kept
her
gaze
on
the
ground
.
By
the
time
she
reached
the
shadow
of
the
royal
sept
on
the
far
side
of
the
yard
,
Arya
was
cold
with
sweat
,
but
no
one
had
raised
the
hue
and
cry
.
The
sept
was
open
and
empty
.
Inside
,
half
a
hundred
prayer
candles
burned
in
a
fragrant
silence
.
Arya
figured
the
gods
would
never
miss
two
.
She
stuffed
them
up
her
sleeves
,
and
left
by
a
back
window
.
Sneaking
back
to
the
alley
where
she
had
cornered
the
one-eared
tom
was
easy
,
but
after
that
she
got
lost
.
She
crawled
in
and
out
of
windows
,
hopped
over
walls
,
and
felt
her
way
through
dark
cellars
,
quiet
as
a
shadow
.
Once
she
heard
a
woman
weeping
.
It
took
her
more
than
an
hour
to
find
the
low
narrow
window
that
slanted
down
to
the
dungeon
where
the
monsters
waited
.
She
tossed
her
bundle
through
and
doubled
back
to
light
her
candle
.
That
was
chancy
;
the
fire
she
'd
remembered
seeing
had
burnt
down
to
embers
,
and
she
heard
voices
as
she
was
blowing
on
the
coals
.
Cupping
her
fingers
around
the
flickering
candle
,
she
went
out
the
window
as
they
were
coming
in
the
door
,
without
ever
getting
a
glimpse
of
who
it
was
.
This
time
the
monsters
did
not
frighten
her
.
They
seemed
almost
old
friends
.
Arya
held
the
candle
over
her
head
.
With
each
step
she
took
,
the
shadows
moved
against
the
walls
,
as
if
they
were
turning
to
watch
her
pass
.
"
Dragons
,
"
she
whispered
.
She
slid
Needle
out
from
under
her
cloak
.
The
slender
blade
seemed
very
small
and
the
dragons
very
big
,
yet
somehow
Arya
felt
better
with
steel
in
her
hand
.
