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The
long
windowless
hall
beyond
the
door
was
as
black
as
she
remembered
.
She
held
Needle
in
her
left
hand
,
her
sword
hand
,
the
candle
in
her
right
fist
.
Hot
wax
ran
down
across
her
knuckles
.
The
entrance
to
the
well
had
been
to
the
left
,
so
Arya
went
right
.
Part
of
her
wanted
to
run
,
but
she
was
afraid
of
snuffing
out
her
candle
.
She
heard
the
faint
squeaking
of
rats
and
glimpsed
a
pair
of
tiny
glowing
eyes
on
the
edge
of
the
light
,
but
rats
did
not
scare
her
.
Other
things
did
.
It
would
be
so
easy
to
hide
here
,
as
she
had
hidden
from
the
wizard
and
the
man
with
the
forked
beard
.
She
could
almost
see
the
stableboy
standing
against
the
wall
,
his
hands
curled
into
claws
with
the
blood
still
dripping
from
the
deep
gashes
in
his
palms
where
Needle
had
cut
him
.
He
might
be
waiting
to
grab
her
as
she
passed
.
He
would
see
her
candle
coming
a
long
way
off
.
Maybe
she
would
be
better
off
without
the
light
...
Fear
cuts
deeper
than
swords
,
the
quiet
voice
inside
her
whispered
.
Suddenly
Arya
remembered
the
crypts
at
Winterfell
.
They
were
a
lot
scarier
than
this
place
,
she
told
herself
.
She
'd
been
just
a
little
girl
the
first
time
she
saw
them
.
Her
brother
Robb
had
taken
them
down
,
her
and
Sansa
and
baby
Bran
,
who
'd
been
no
bigger
than
Rickon
was
now
.
They
'd
only
had
one
candle
between
them
,
and
Bran
's
eyes
had
gotten
as
big
as
saucers
as
he
stared
at
the
stone
faces
of
the
Kings
of
Winter
,
with
their
wolves
at
their
feet
and
their
iron
swords
across
their
laps
.
Robb
took
them
all
the
way
down
to
the
end
,
past
Grandfather
and
Brandon
and
Lyanna
,
to
show
them
their
own
tombs
.
Sansa
kept
looking
at
the
stubby
little
candle
,
anxious
that
it
might
go
out
.
Old
Nan
had
told
her
there
were
spiders
down
here
,
and
rats
as
big
as
dogs
.
Robb
smiled
when
she
said
that
.
"
There
are
worse
things
than
spiders
and
rats
,
"
he
whispered
.
"
This
is
where
the
dead
walk
.
"
That
was
when
they
heard
the
sound
,
low
and
deep
and
shivery
.
Baby
Bran
had
clutched
at
Arya
's
hand
.
When
the
spirit
stepped
out
of
the
open
tomb
,
pale
white
and
moaning
for
blood
,
Sansa
ran
shrieking
for
the
stairs
,
and
Bran
wrapped
himself
around
Robb
's
leg
,
sobbing
.
Arya
stood
her
ground
and
gave
the
spirit
a
punch
.
It
was
only
Jon
,
covered
with
flour
.
"
You
stupid
,
"
she
told
him
,
"
you
scared
the
baby
,
"
but
Jon
and
Robb
just
laughed
and
laughed
,
and
pretty
soon
Bran
and
Arya
were
laughing
too
The
memory
made
Arya
smile
,
and
after
that
the
darkness
held
no
more
terrors
for
her
.
The
stableboy
was
dead
,
she
'd
killed
him
,
and
if
he
jumped
out
at
her
she
'd
kill
him
again
.
She
was
going
home
.
Everything
would
be
better
once
she
was
home
again
,
safe
behind
Winterfell
's
grey
granite
walls
.
Her
footsteps
sent
soft
echoes
hurrying
ahead
of
her
as
Arya
plunged
deeper
into
the
darkness
.
They
came
for
Sansa
on
the
third
day
.
She
chose
a
simple
dress
of
dark
grey
wool
,
plainly
cut
but
richly
embroidered
around
the
collar
and
sleeves
.
Her
fingers
felt
thick
and
clumsy
as
she
struggled
with
the
silver
fastenings
without
the
benefit
of
servants
.
Jeyne
Poole
had
been
confined
with
her
,
but
Jeyne
was
useless
.
Her
face
was
puffy
from
all
her
crying
,
and
she
could
not
seem
to
stop
sobbing
about
her
father
.
"
I
'm
certain
your
father
is
well
,
"
Sansa
told
her
when
she
had
finally
gotten
the
dress
buttoned
right
.
"
I
'll
ask
the
queen
to
let
you
see
him
.
"
She
thought
that
kindness
might
lift
Jeyne
's
spirits
,
but
the
other
girl
just
looked
at
her
with
red
,
swollen
eyes
and
began
to
cry
all
the
harder
.
She
was
such
a
child
.
