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"
Who
will
I
practice
with
?
"
"
You
'll
find
someone
,
"
Jon
promised
her
.
"
King
's
Landing
is
a
true
city
,
a
thousand
times
the
size
of
Winterfell
.
Until
you
find
a
partner
,
watch
how
they
fight
in
the
yard
.
Run
,
and
ride
,
make
yourself
strong
.
And
whatever
you
do
...
"
Arya
knew
what
was
coming
next
.
They
said
it
together
.
"
...
do
n't
...
tell
...
Sansa
!
"
Jon
messed
up
her
hair
.
"
I
will
miss
you
,
little
sister
.
"
Suddenly
she
looked
like
she
was
going
to
cry
.
"
I
wish
you
were
coming
with
us
.
"
"
Different
roads
sometimes
lead
to
the
same
castle
.
Who
knows
?
"
He
was
feeling
better
now
.
He
was
not
going
to
let
himself
be
sad
.
"
I
better
go
.
I
'll
spend
my
first
year
on
the
Wall
emptying
chamber
pots
if
I
keep
Uncle
Ben
waiting
any
longer
.
"
Arya
ran
to
him
for
a
last
hug
.
"
Put
down
the
sword
first
,
"
Jon
warned
her
,
laughing
.
She
set
it
aside
almost
shyly
and
showered
him
with
kisses
.
When
he
turned
back
at
the
door
,
she
was
holding
it
again
,
trying
it
for
balance
.
"
I
almost
forgot
,
"
he
told
her
.
"
All
the
best
swords
have
names
.
"
"
Like
Ice
,
"
she
said
.
She
looked
at
the
blade
in
her
hand
.
"
Does
this
have
a
name
?
Oh
,
tell
me
.
"
