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"
Stupid
slut
,
"
the
fat
man
shouted
up
.
"
The
king
's
not
dead
,
that
's
only
summoning
bells
.
One
tower
tolling
.
When
the
king
dies
,
they
ring
every
bell
in
the
city
.
"
"
Here
,
quit
your
biting
,
or
I
'll
ring
your
bells
,
"
the
woman
in
the
window
said
to
the
man
behind
her
,
pushing
him
off
with
an
elbow
.
"
So
who
is
it
died
,
if
not
the
king
?
"
"
It
's
a
summoning
,
"
the
fat
man
repeated
.
Two
boys
close
to
Arya
's
age
scampered
past
,
splashing
through
a
puddle
.
The
old
woman
cursed
them
,
but
they
kept
right
on
going
.
Other
people
were
moving
too
,
heading
up
the
hill
to
see
what
the
noise
was
about
.
Arya
ran
after
the
slower
boy
.
"
Where
you
going
?
"
she
shouted
when
she
was
right
behind
him
.
"
What
's
happening
?
"
He
glanced
back
without
slowing
.
"
The
gold
cloaks
is
carryin
'
him
to
the
sept.
"
"
Who
?
"
she
yelled
,
running
hard
.
"
The
Hand
!
They
'll
be
taking
his
head
off
,
Buu
says
.
"
A
passing
wagon
had
left
a
deep
rut
in
the
street
.
The
boy
leapt
over
,
but
Arya
never
saw
it
.
She
tripped
and
fell
,
face
first
,
scraping
her
knee
open
on
a
stone
and
smashing
her
fingers
when
her
hands
hit
the
hard-packed
earth
.
Needle
tangled
between
her
legs
.
She
sobbed
as
she
struggled
to
her
knees
.
The
thumb
of
her
left
hand
was
covered
with
blood
.
When
she
sucked
on
it
,
she
saw
that
half
the
thumbnail
was
gone
,
ripped
off
in
her
fall
.
Her
hands
throbbed
,
and
her
knee
was
all
bloody
too
.
"
Make
way
!
"
someone
shouted
from
the
cross
street
.
"
Make
way
for
my
lords
of
Redwyne
!
"
It
was
all
Arya
could
do
to
get
out
of
the
road
before
they
ran
her
down
,
four
guardsmen
on
huge
horses
,
pounding
past
at
a
gallop
.
They
wore
checked
cloaks
,
blue-and-burgundy
.
Behind
them
,
two
young
lordlings
rode
side
by
side
on
a
pair
of
chestnut
mares
alike
as
peas
in
a
pod
.
Arya
had
seen
them
in
the
bailey
a
hundred
times
;
the
Redwyne
twins
,
Ser
Horas
and
Ser
Hobber
,
homely
youths
with
orange
hair
and
square
,
freckled
faces
.
Sansa
and
Jeyne
Poole
used
to
call
them
Ser
Horror
and
Ser
Slobber
,
and
giggle
whenever
they
caught
sight
of
them
.
They
did
not
look
funny
now
.
