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Only
yesterday
,
a
scrawny
barefoot
girl
twice
her
age
had
knocked
her
down
and
tried
to
pull
the
boots
off
her
feet
,
but
Arya
gave
her
a
crack
on
her
ear
with
her
stick
sword
that
sent
her
off
sobbing
and
bleeding
.
A
gull
wheeled
overhead
as
she
made
her
way
down
the
hill
toward
Flea
Bottom
.
Arya
glanced
at
it
thoughtfully
,
but
it
was
well
beyond
the
reach
of
her
stick
.
It
made
her
think
of
the
sea
.
Maybe
that
was
the
way
out
.
Old
Nan
used
to
tell
stories
of
boys
who
stowed
away
on
trading
galleys
and
sailed
off
into
all
kinds
of
adventures
.
Maybe
Arya
could
do
that
too
.
She
decided
to
visit
the
riverfront
.
It
was
on
the
way
to
the
Mud
Gate
anyway
,
and
she
had
n't
checked
that
one
today
.
The
wharfs
were
oddly
quiet
when
Arya
got
there
.
She
spied
another
pair
of
gold
cloaks
,
walking
side
by
side
through
the
fish
market
,
but
they
never
so
much
as
looked
at
her
.
Half
the
stalls
were
empty
,
and
it
seemed
to
her
that
there
were
fewer
ships
at
dock
than
she
remembered
.
Out
on
the
Blackwater
,
three
of
the
king
's
war
galleys
moved
in
formation
,
gold-painted
hulls
splitting
the
water
as
their
oars
rose
and
fell
.
Arya
watched
them
for
a
bit
,
then
began
to
make
her
way
along
the
river
.
When
she
saw
the
guardsmen
on
the
third
pier
,
in
grey
woolen
cloaks
trimmed
with
white
satin
,
her
heart
almost
stopped
in
her
chest
.
The
sight
of
Winterfell
's
colors
brought
tears
to
her
eyes
.
Behind
them
,
a
sleek
three-banked
trading
galley
rocked
at
her
moorings
.
Arya
could
not
read
the
name
painted
on
the
hull
;
the
words
were
strange
,
Myrish
,
Braavosi
,
perhaps
even
High
Valyrian
.
She
grabbed
a
passing
longshoreman
by
the
sleeve
.
"
Please
,
"
she
said
,
"
what
ship
is
this
?
"
"
She
's
the
Wind
Witch
,
out
of
Myr
,
"
the
man
said
.
"
She
's
still
here
,
"
Arya
blurted
.
The
longshoreman
gave
her
a
queer
look
,
shrugged
,
and
walked
away
.
Arya
ran
toward
the
pier
.
The
Wind
Witch
was
the
ship
Father
had
hired
to
take
her
home
...
still
waiting
!
She
'd
imagined
it
had
sailed
ages
ago
.
Two
of
the
guardsmen
were
dicing
together
while
the
third
walked
rounds
,
his
hand
on
the
pommel
of
his
sword
.
Ashamed
to
let
them
see
her
crying
like
a
baby
,
she
stopped
to
rub
at
her
eyes
.
Her
eyes
her
eyes
her
eyes
,
why
did
...
Look
with
your
eyes
,
she
heard
Syrio
whisper
.
Arya
looked
.
She
knew
all
of
her
father
's
men
.
The
three
in
the
grey
cloaks
were
strangers
.
"
You
,
"
the
one
walking
rounds
called
out
.
"
What
do
you
want
here
,
boy
?
"
The
other
two
looked
up
from
their
dice
.
