And ifyou helped this captive slip his bonds, you are guilty of treason, my lady. Yetin the center of what once would have been the castle's yard, a great carvedsepulcher still rested, half hidden in waist-high brown grass amongst a standof ash. She foundherself remembering Eroeh, the Lhazarene girl she had once tried to protect,and what had happened to her. Aside from that one time, Arya hardly talkedat all.
Arya glanced over her shoulder, but there was nothing behind them but a crowflitting from tree to tree. Bran and Rickon. I never bested him atanything. Where's the honor in that? I want some time alone with my sister.
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