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Then
she
whirled
and
made
her
exit
,
running
down
the
steps
as
fast
as
her
feet
would
take
her
.
It
was
n't
fair
.
Sansa
had
everything
.
Sansa
was
two
years
older
;
maybe
by
the
time
Arya
had
been
born
,
there
had
been
nothing
left
.
Often
it
felt
that
way
.
Sansa
could
sew
and
dance
and
sing
.
She
wrote
poetry
.
She
knew
how
to
dress
.
She
played
the
high
harp
and
the
bells
.
Worse
,
she
was
beautiful
.
Sansa
had
gotten
their
mother
's
fine
high
cheekbones
and
the
thick
auburn
hair
of
the
Tullys
.
Arya
took
after
their
lord
father
.
Her
hair
was
a
lusterless
brown
,
and
her
face
was
long
and
solemn
.
Jeyne
used
to
call
her
Arya
Horseface
,
and
neigh
whenever
she
came
near
.
It
hurt
that
the
one
thing
Arya
could
do
better
than
her
sister
was
ride
a
horse
.
Well
,
that
and
manage
a
household
.
Sansa
had
never
had
much
of
a
head
for
figures
.
If
she
did
marry
Prince
Joff
,
Arya
hoped
for
his
sake
that
he
had
a
good
steward
.
Nymeria
was
waiting
for
her
in
the
guardroom
at
the
base
of
the
stairs
.
She
bounded
to
her
feet
as
soon
as
she
caught
sight
of
Arya
.
Arya
grinned
.
The
wolf
pup
loved
her
,
even
if
no
one
else
did
.
They
went
everywhere
together
,
and
Nymeria
slept
in
her
room
,
at
the
foot
of
her
bed
.
If
Mother
had
not
forbidden
it
,
Arya
would
gladly
have
taken
the
wolf
with
her
to
needlework
.
Let
Septa
Mordane
complain
about
her
stitches
then
.
Nymeria
nipped
eagerly
at
her
hand
as
Arya
untied
her
.
She
had
yellow
eyes
.
When
they
caught
the
sunlight
,
they
gleamed
like
two
golden
coins
.
Arya
had
named
her
after
the
warrior
queen
of
the
Rhoyne
,
who
had
led
her
people
across
the
narrow
sea
.
That
had
been
a
great
scandal
too
.
Sansa
,
of
course
,
had
named
her
pup
"
Lady
.
"
Arya
made
a
face
and
hugged
the
wolfling
tight
.
Nymeria
licked
her
ear
,
and
she
giggled
.
By
now
Septa
Mordane
would
certainly
have
sent
word
to
her
lady
mother
.
If
she
went
to
her
room
,
they
would
find
her
.
Arya
did
not
care
to
be
found
.
She
had
a
better
notion
.
The
boys
were
at
practice
in
the
yard
.
She
wanted
to
see
Robb
put
gallant
Prince
Joffrey
flat
on
his
back
.
"
Come
,
"
she
whispered
to
Nymeria
.
She
got
up
and
ran
,
the
wolf
coming
hard
at
her
heels
.
There
was
a
window
in
the
covered
bridge
between
the
armory
and
the
Great
Keep
where
you
had
a
view
of
the
whole
yard
.
That
was
where
they
headed
.
They
arrived
,
flushed
and
breathless
,
to
find
Jon
seated
on
the
sill
,
one
leg
drawn
up
languidly
to
his
chin
.
He
was
watching
the
action
,
so
absorbed
that
he
seemed
unaware
of
her
approach
until
his
white
wolf
moved
to
meet
them
.
Nymeria
stalked
closer
on
wary
feet
.
Ghost
,
already
larger
than
his
litter
mates
,
smelled
her
,
gave
her
ear
a
careful
nip
,
and
settled
back
down
.
Jon
gave
her
a
curious
look
.
"
Should
n't
you
be
working
on
your
stitches
,
little
sister
?
"
Arya
made
a
face
at
him
.
"
I
wanted
to
see
them
fight
.
"
