He had given the Hound'sgold to Greenbeard and the Huntsman to buy provisions south of the Mander, sheknew. Ishudder to think of the cost. I'm not his stupid son! said Arya furiously. It was a very old sword, if truth be told, though new to him.
The Bastard of Nightsong joined them at the cellar door. His second found the sail. She dreaded what must comenext, yet she knew she had put it off too long already. Arya watched from atop her horse, on the crest of the wooded ridge thatoverlooked the septry, mill, brewhouse, and stables and the desolation ofweeds, burnt trees, and mud that surrounded them.
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