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t to him。 He snatched it one…handed from the air and lowered it over his head； and where the man had sat only a steel dog remained； snarling at the fires。
〃My brother 。 。 。
〃Dead；〃 he shouted back at her。 〃Do you think they'd slaughter his men and leave him alive？〃 He turned his head back toward the camp。 〃Look。 Look； damn you。〃
The camp had bee a battlefield。 No； a butcher's den。 The flames from the feasting tents reached halfway up the sky。 Some of the barracks tents were burning too； and half a hundred silk pavilions。 Everywhere swords were singing。 And now the rains weep o'er his hall； with not a soul to hear。 She saw two knights ride down a running man。 A wooden barrel came crashing onto one of the burning tents and burst apart； and the flames leapt twice as high。 A catapult； she knew。 The castle was flinging oil or pitch or something。
〃e with me。〃 Sandor Clegane reached down a hand。 〃We have to get away from here； and now。〃 Stranger tossed his head impatiently； his nostrils flaring at the scent of blood。 The song was done。 There was only one solitary drum； its slow monotonous beats echoing across the river like the pounding of some monstrous heart。 The black sky wept； the river grumbled； men cursed and died。 Arya had mud in her teeth and her face was wet。 Rain。 It's only rain。 That's all it is。 〃We're here；〃 she shouted。 Her voice sounded thin and scared； a little girl's voice。 〃Robb's just in the castle； and my mother。 The gate's even open。〃 There were no more Freys riding out。 I came so far。 〃We have to go get my mother。〃
〃Stupid little bitch。〃 Fires glinted off the snout of his helm； and made the steel teeth shine。 〃You go in there； you won't e out。 Maybe Frey will let you kiss your mother's corpse。〃
〃Maybe we can save her 。 。 。〃
〃Maybe you can。 I'm not done living yet。〃 He rode toward her； crowding her back toward the wayn。 〃Stay or go； she…wolf。 Live or die。 Your…〃
Arya spun away from him and darted for the gate。 The portcullis was ing down； but slowly。 I have to run faster。 The mud slowed her； though； and then the water。 Run fast as a wolf。 The drawbridge had begun to lift； the water running off it in a sheet； the mud falling in heavy clots。 Faster。 She heard loud splashing and looked back to see Stranger pounding after her； sending up gouts of water with every stride。 She saw the longaxe too； still wet with blood and brains。 And Arya ran。 Not for her brother now； not even for her mother； but for herself。 She ran faster than she had ever run before； her head down and her feet churning up the river； she ran from him as Mycah must have run。
His axe took her in the back of the head。
CHAPTER 53
TYRION
They supped alone； as they did so often。 〃The pease are overcooked；〃 his wife ventured once。 〃No matter；〃 he said。 〃So is the mutton。〃
It was a jest； but Sansa took it for criticism。 〃I am sorry； my lord。〃
〃Why？ Some cook should be sorry。 Not you。 The pease are not your province； Sansa。〃
〃I 。 。 。 I am sorry that my lord husband is displeased。〃
〃Any displeasure I'm feeling has naught to do with pease。 I have Joffrey and my sister to displease me； and my lord father； and three hundred bloody Dornishmen。〃 He had settled Prince Oberyn and his lords in a cornerfort facing the city； as far from the Tyrells as he could put them without evicting them from the Red Keep entirely。 It was not nearly far enough。 Already there had been a brawl in a Flea Bottom pot…shop that left one Tyrell man…at…arms dead and two of Lord Gargalen's scalded； and an ugly confrontation in the yard when Mace Tyrell's wizened little mother called Ellaria Sand 〃the serpent's whore。〃 Every time he chanced to see Oberyn Martell the prince asked when the justice would be served。 Overcooked pease were the least of Tyrion's troubles； but he saw no point in burdening his young wife with any of that。 Sansa had enough griefs of her own。
〃The pease suffice；〃 he told her curtly。 〃They are green and round； what more can one expect of pease？ Here； I'll have another serving； if it please my lady。〃 He beckoned； and Podrick Payne spooned so many pease onto his plate that Tyrion lost sight of his mutton。 That was stupid； he told himself。 Now I have to eat them all； or she'll be sorry all over again。
The supper ended in a strained silence； as so many of their suppers did。 Afterward； as Pod was removing the cups and platters； Sansa asked Tyrion for leave to visit the godswood。
〃As you wish。〃 He had bee accustomed to his wife's nightly devotions。 She prayed at the royal sept as well； and often lit candles to Mother； Maid； and Crone。 Tyrion found all this piety excessive； if truth be told； but in her place he might want the help of the gods as well。 〃I confess； I know little of the old gods；〃 he said； trying to be pleasant。 〃Perhaps someday you might enlighten me。 I could even acpany you。〃
〃No；〃 Sansa said at once。 〃You 。 。 。 you are kind to offer； but 。 。 。 there are no devotions； my lord。 No priests or songs or candles。 Only trees； and silent prayer。 You would be bored。〃
〃No doubt you're right。〃 She knows me better than I thought。 〃Though the sound of rustling leaves might be a pleasant change from some septon droning on about the seven aspects of grace。〃 Tyrion waved her off。 〃I won't intrude。 Dress warmly； my lady； the wind is brisk out there。〃 He was tempted to ask what she prayed for； but Sansa was so dutiful she might actually tell him； and he didn't think he wanted to know。
He went back to work after she left； trying to track some golden dragons through the labyrinth of Littlefinger's ledgers。 Petyr Baelish had not believed in letting gold sit about and grow dusty； that was for certain； but the more Tyrion tried to make sense of his accounts the more his head hurt。 it was all very well to talk of breeding dragons instead of locking them up in the treasury； but some of these ventures smelled worse than week…old fish。 I wouldn't have been so quick to let Joffrey fling the Antler Men over the walls if I'd known how many of the bloody bastards had taken loans from the crown。 He would have to send Bronn to find their heirs； but he feared that would prove as fruitful as trying to squeeze silver from a silverfish。
When the summons from his lord father arrived； it was the first time Tyrion could ever recall being pleased to see Ser Boros Blount。 He closed the ledgers gratefully； blew out the oil lamp； tied a cloak around his shoulders； and waddled across the castle to the Tower of the Hand。 The wind was brisk； just as he'd warned Sansa； and there was a smell of rain in the air。 Perhaps when Lord Tywin was done with him he should go to the godswood and fetch her home before she got soaked。
But all that went straight out of his head when he entered the Hand's solar to find Cersei； Ser Kevan； and Grand Maester Pycelle gathered about Lord Tywin and the king。 Joffrey was almost bouncing； and Cersei was savoring a smug little smile； though Lord Tywin looked as grim as ever。 I wonder if he could smile even if he wanted to。 〃What's happened？〃 Tyrion asked。
His father offered him a roll of parchment。 Someone had flattened it； but it still wanted to curl。 〃Roslin caught a fine fat trout；〃 the message read。 〃Her brothers gave her a pair of wolf pelts for her wedding。〃 Tyrion turned it over to inspect the broken seal。 The wax was silvery…grey； and pressed into it were the twin towers of House Frey。 〃Does the Lord of the Crossing imagine he's being poetic？ Or is this meant to confound us？ 〃 Tyrion snorted。 〃The trout would be Edmure Tully； the pelts 。 。 。〃
〃He's dead！〃 Joffrey sounded so proud and happy you might have thought he'd skinned Robb Stark himself。
First Greyjoy and now Stark。 Tyrion thought of his child wife； praying in the godswood even now。 Praying to her father's gods to bring her brother victory and keep her mother safe； no doubt。 The old gods paid no more heed to prayer than the new ones； it would seem。 Perhaps he should take fort in that。 〃Kings are falling like leaves this autumn；〃 he said。 〃It would seem our little war is winning itself。〃
〃Wars do not win themselves； Tyrion；〃 Cersei said with poisonous sweetness。 〃Our lord father won this war。〃
〃Nothing is won so long as we have enemies in the field；〃 Lord Tywin warned them。
〃The river lords are no fools；〃 the queen argued。 〃Without the northmen they cannot hope to stand against the bined power of Highgarden； Casterly Rock； and Dome。 Surely they will choose submission rather than destruction。〃
〃Most；〃 agreed Lord Tywin。 〃Riverrun remains； but so long as Walder Frey holds Edmure Tully hostage； the Blackfish dare not mount a threat。 Jason Mallister and Tytos Blackwood will fight on for honor's sake； but the Freys can keep the Mallisters penned up at Seagard； and with the right inducement Jonos Bracken can be persuaded to change his allegiance and attack the Blackwoods。 In the end they will bend the knee； yes。 I mean to offer generous terms。 Any castle that yields to us will be spared； save one。〃
〃Harrenhal？〃 said Tyrion； who knew his sire。
〃The realm is best rid of these Brave panions。 I have manded Ser Gregor to put the castle to the sword。〃
Gregor Clegane。 It appeared as if his lord father meant to mine the Mountain for ever