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It
was
all
Arya
could
do
not
to
bolt
and
run
,
but
she
knew
that
if
she
did
,
they
would
be
after
her
at
once
.
She
made
herself
walk
closer
.
They
were
looking
for
a
girl
,
but
he
thought
she
was
a
boy
.
She
'd
be
a
boy
,
then
.
"
Want
to
buy
a
pigeon
?
"
She
showed
him
the
dead
bird
.
"
Get
out
of
here
,
"
the
guardsman
said
.
Arya
did
as
he
told
her
.
She
did
not
have
to
pretend
to
be
frightened
.
Behind
her
,
the
men
went
back
to
their
dice
.
She
could
not
have
said
how
she
got
back
to
Flea
Bottom
,
but
she
was
breathing
hard
by
the
time
she
reached
the
narrow
crooked
unpaved
streets
between
the
hills
.
The
Bottom
had
a
stench
to
it
,
a
stink
of
pigsties
and
stables
and
tanner
's
sheds
,
mixed
in
with
the
sour
smell
of
winesinks
and
cheap
whorehouses
.
Arya
wound
her
way
through
the
maze
dully
.
It
was
not
until
she
caught
a
whiff
of
bubbling
brown
coming
through
a
pot-shop
door
that
she
realized
her
pigeon
was
gone
.
It
must
have
slipped
from
her
belt
as
she
ran
,
or
someone
had
stolen
it
and
she
'd
never
noticed
.
For
a
moment
she
wanted
to
cry
again
.
She
'd
have
to
walk
all
the
way
back
to
the
Street
of
Flour
to
find
another
one
that
plump
.
Far
across
the
city
,
bells
began
to
ring
.
Arya
glanced
up
,
listening
,
wondering
what
the
ringing
meant
this
time
.
"
What
's
this
now
?
"
a
fat
man
called
from
the
pot-shop
.
"
The
bells
again
,
gods
ha
'm
ercy
,
"
wailed
an
old
woman
.
A
red-haired
whore
in
a
wisp
of
painted
silk
pushed
open
a
second-story
window
.
"
Is
it
the
boy
king
that
's
died
now
?
"
she
shouted
down
,
leaning
out
over
the
street
.
"
Ah
,
that
's
a
boy
for
you
,
they
never
last
long
.
"
As
she
laughed
,
a
naked
man
slid
his
arms
around
her
from
behind
,
biting
her
neck
and
rubbing
the
heavy
white
breasts
that
hung
loose
beneath
her
shift
.
