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"
I
told
you
there
would
be
.
"
"
You
stay
here
with
the
horses
,
"
said
Arya
.
"
I
’
ll
get
rid
of
him
.
Come
quick
when
I
call
.
"
Gendry
nodded
.
Hot
Pie
said
,
"
Hoot
like
an
owl
when
you
want
us
to
come
.
"
"
I
’
m
not
an
owl
,
"
said
Arya
.
"
I
’
m
a
wolf
.
I
’
ll
howl
.
"
Alone
,
she
slid
through
the
shadow
of
the
Tower
of
Ghosts
.
She
walked
fast
,
to
keep
ahead
of
her
fear
,
and
it
felt
as
though
Syrio
Forel
walked
beside
her
,
and
Yoren
,
and
Jaqen
H
’
ghar
,
and
Jon
Snow
.
She
had
not
taken
the
sword
Gendry
had
brought
her
,
not
yet
.
For
this
the
dagger
would
be
better
.
It
was
good
and
sharp
.
This
postern
was
the
least
of
Harrenhal
’
s
gates
,
a
narrow
door
of
stout
oak
studded
with
iron
nails
,
set
in
an
angle
of
the
wall
beneath
a
defensive
tower
.
Only
one
man
was
set
to
guard
it
,
but
she
knew
there
would
be
sentries
up
in
that
tower
as
well
,
and
others
nearby
walking
the
walls
.
Whatever
happened
,
she
must
be
quiet
as
a
shadow
.
He
must
not
call
out
.
A
few
scattered
raindrops
had
begun
to
fall
.
She
felt
one
land
on
her
brow
and
run
slowly
down
her
nose
.
She
made
no
effort
to
hide
,
but
approached
the
guard
openly
,
as
if
Lord
Bolton
himself
had
sent
her
.
He
watched
her
come
,
curious
as
to
what
might
bring
a
page
here
at
this
black
hour
.
When
she
got
closer
,
she
saw
that
he
was
a
northman
,
very
tall
and
thin
,
huddled
in
a
ragged
fur
cloak
.
That
was
bad
.
She
might
have
been
able
to
trick
a
Frey
or
one
of
the
Brave
Companions
,
but
the
Dreadfort
men
had
served
Roose
Bolton
their
whole
life
,
and
they
knew
him
better
than
she
did
.
If
I
tell
him
I
am
Arya
Stark
and
command
him
to
stand
aside
.
.
.
No
,
she
dare
not
.
He
was
a
northman
,
but
not
a
Winterfell
man
.
He
belonged
to
Roose
Bolton
.
When
she
reached
him
she
pushed
back
her
cloak
so
he
would
see
the
flayed
man
on
her
breast
.
"
Lord
Bolton
sent
me
.
"
"
At
this
hour
?
Why
for
?
"
She
could
see
the
gleam
of
steel
under
the
fur
,
and
she
did
not
know
if
she
was
strong
enough
to
drive
the
point
of
the
dagger
through
chain
-
mail
.
His
throat
,
it
must
be
his
throat
,
but
he
’
s
too
tall
,
I
’
ll
never
reach
it
.
For
a
moment
she
did
not
know
what
to
say
.
For
a
moment
she
was
a
little
girl
again
,
and
scared
,
and
the
rain
on
her
face
felt
like
tears
.
