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"
Our
half
brother
,
"
Sansa
corrected
,
soft
and
precise
.
She
smiled
for
the
septa
.
"
Arya
and
I
were
remarking
on
how
pleased
we
were
to
have
the
princess
with
us
today
,
"
she
said
.
Septa
Mordane
nodded
.
"
Indeed
.
A
great
honor
for
us
all
.
"
Princess
Myrcella
smiled
uncertainly
at
the
compliment
.
"
Arya
,
why
are
n't
you
at
work
?
"
the
septa
asked
.
She
rose
to
her
feet
,
starched
skirts
rustling
as
she
started
across
the
room
.
"
Let
me
see
your
stitches
.
"
Arya
wanted
to
scream
.
It
was
just
like
Sansa
to
go
and
attract
the
septa
's
attention
.
"
Here
,
"
she
said
,
surrendering
up
her
work
.
The
septa
examined
the
fabric
.
"
Arya
,
Arya
,
Arya
,
"
she
said
.
"
This
will
not
do
.
This
will
not
do
at
all
.
"
Everyone
was
looking
at
her
.
It
was
too
much
.
Sansa
was
too
well
bred
to
smile
at
her
sister
's
disgrace
,
but
Jeyne
was
smirking
on
her
behalf
.
Even
Princess
Myrcella
looked
sorry
for
her
.
Arya
felt
tears
filling
her
eyes
.
She
pushed
herself
out
of
her
chair
and
bolted
for
the
door
.
Septa
Mordane
called
after
her
.
"
Arya
,
come
back
here
!
Do
n't
you
take
another
step
!
Your
lady
mother
will
hear
of
this
.
In
front
of
our
royal
princess
too
!
You
'll
shame
us
all
!
"
Arya
stopped
at
the
door
and
turned
back
,
biting
her
lip
.
The
tears
were
running
down
her
cheeks
now
.
She
managed
a
stiff
little
bow
to
Myrcella
.
"
By
your
leave
,
my
lady
.
"
Myrcella
blinked
at
her
and
looked
to
her
ladies
for
guidance
.
But
if
she
was
uncertain
,
Septa
Mordane
was
not
.
"
Just
where
do
you
think
you
are
going
,
Arya
?
"
the
septa
demanded
.
Arya
glared
at
her
.
"
I
have
to
go
shoe
a
horse
,
"
she
said
sweetly
,
taking
a
brief
satisfaction
in
the
shock
on
the
septa
's
face
.
