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〃Hear me；〃 Brienne entreated as Rorge cut the ropes that bound her to Jaime； 〃in the name of the King in the North； the king you serve； please； listen…〃
Rorge dragged her off the horse and began to kick her。 〃See that you don't break any bones；〃 Urswyck called out to him。 〃The horse…faced bitch is worth her weight in sapphires。〃
The Dornishman Timeon and a foul…smelling Ibbenese pulled Jaime down from the saddle and shoved him roughly toward the cookfire。 It would not have been hard for him to have grasped one of their sword hilts as they manhandled him； but there were too many； and he was still in fetters。 He might cut down one or two； but in the end he would die for it。 Jaime was not ready to die just yet； and certainly not for the likes of Brienne of Tarth。
〃Thith ith a thweet day；〃 Vargo Hoat said。 Around his neck hung a chain of linked coins； coins of every shape and size； cast and hammered； bearing the likenesses of kings； wizards； gods and demons； and all manner of fanciful beasts。
Coins from every land where he has fought； Jaime remembered。 Greed was the key to this man。 If he was turned once； he can be turned again。 〃Lord Vargo； you were foolish to leave my father's service； but it is not too late to make amends。 He will pay well for me； you know it。〃
〃Oh yeth；〃 said Vargo Hoat。 〃Half the gold in Cathterly Rock； I thall have。 But firth I mutht thend him a methage。〃 He said something in his slithery goatish tongue。
Urswyck shoved him in the back； and a jester in green and pink motley kicked his legs out from under him。 When he hit the ground one of the archers grabbed the chain between Jaime's wrists and used it to yank his arms out in front of him。 The fat Dothraki put aside his knife to unsheathe a huge curved arakh； the wickedly sharp scythe…sword the horselords loved。
They mean to scare me。 The fool hopped on Jaime's back； giggling； as the Dothraki swaggered toward him。 The goat wants me to piss my breeches and beg his mercy； but he'll never have that pleasure。 He was a Lannister of Casterly Rock； Lord mander of the Kingsguard； no sellsword would make him scream。
Sunlight ran silver along the edge of the arakh as it came shivering down； almost too fast to see。 And Jaime screamed。
CHAPTER 22
ARYA
The small square keep was half a ruin； and so too the great grey knight who lived there。 He was so old he did not understand their questions。 No matter what was said to him； he would only smile and mutter； 〃I held the bridge against Ser Maynard。 Red hair and a black temper； he had； but he could not move me。 Six wounds I took before I killed him。 Six！〃
The maester who cared for him was a young man； thankfully。 After the old knight had drifted to sleep in his chair； he took them aside and said； 〃I fear you seek a ghost。 We had a bird； ages ago； half a year at least。 The Lannisters caught Lord Beric near the Gods Eye。 He was hanged。〃
〃Aye； hanged he was； but Thoros cut him down before he died。〃 Lem's broken nose was not so red or swollen as it had been； but it was healing crooked； giving his face a lopsided look。 〃His lordship's a hard man to kill； he is。〃
〃And a hard man to find； it would seem；〃 the maester said。 〃Have you asked the Lady of the Leaves？〃
〃We shall；〃 said Greenbeard。
The next morning； as they crossed the little stone bridge behind the keep； Gendry wondered if this was the bridge the old man had fought over。 No one knew。 〃Most like it is；〃 said Jack…Be…Lucky。 〃Don't see no other bridges。〃
〃You'd know for certain if there was a song；〃 said Tom Sevenstrings。 〃One good song； and we'd know who Ser Maynard used to be and why he wanted to cross this bridge so bad。 Poor old Lychester might be as far famed as the Dragonknight if he'd only had sense enough to keep a singer。〃
〃Lord Lychester's sons died in Robert's Rebellion；〃 grumbled Lem。 〃Some on one side； some on Vother。 He's not been right in the head since。 No bloody song's like to help any o' that。〃
〃What did the maester mean； about asking the Lady of the Leaves？〃 Arya asked Anguy as they rode。
The archer smiled。 〃Wait and see。〃
Three days later； as they rode through a yellow wood； Jack…Be…Lucky unslung his hom and blew a signal； a different one than before。 The sounds had scarcely died away when rope ladders unrolled from the limbs of trees。 〃Hobble the horses and up we go；〃 said Tom； half singing the words。 They climbed to a hidden village in the upper branches； a maze of rope walkways and little moss…covered houses concealed behind walls of red and gold； and were taken to the Lady of the Leaves； a stick…thin white…haired woman dressed in roughspun。 〃We cannot stay here much longer； with autumn on us；〃 she told them。 〃A dozen wolves went down the Hayford road nine days past； hunting。 If they'd chanced to look up they might have seen us。〃
〃You've not seen Lord Beric？〃 asked Tom Sevenstrings。
〃He's dead。〃 The woman sounded sick。 〃The Mountain caught him； and drove a dagger through his eye。 A begging brother told us。 He had it from the lips of a man who saw it happen。〃
〃That's an old stale tale； and false；〃 said Lem。 〃The lightning lord's not so easy to kill。 Ser Gregor might have put his eye out； but a man don't die o' that。 lack could tell you。〃
〃Well； I never did；〃 said one…eyed Jack…Be…Lucky。 〃My father got himself good and hanged by Lord Piper's bailiff； my brother Wat got sent to the Wall； and the Lannisters killed my other brothers。 An eye； that's nothing。〃
〃You swear he's not dead？〃 The woman clutched Lem's arm。 〃Bless you； Lem； that's the best tidings we've had in half a year。 May the Warrior defend him； and the red priest too。〃
The next night they found shelter beneath the scorched shell of a sept； in a burned village called Sallydance。 Only shards remained of its windows of leaded glass； and the aged septon who greeted them said the looters had even made off with the Mother's costly robes； the Crone's gilded lantern； and the silver crown the Father had worn。 〃They hacked the Maiden's breasts off too； though those were only wood；〃 he told them。 〃And the eyes； the eyes were jet and lapis and mother…of…pearl； they pried them out with their knives。 May the Mother have mercy on them all。〃
〃Whose work was this？〃 said Lem Lemoncloak。 〃Mummers？〃
〃No；〃 the old man said。 〃Northmen； they were。 Savages who worship trees。 They wanted the Kingslayer； they said。〃
Arya heard him； and chewed her lip。 She could feel Gendry looking at her。 it made her angry and ashamed。
There were a dozen men living in the vault beneath the sept； amongst cobwebs and roots and broken wine casks； but they had no word of Beric Dondarrion either。 Not even their leader； who wore soot…blackened armor and a crude lightning bolt on his cloak。 When Greenbeard saw Arya staring at him； he laughed and said； 〃The lightning lord is everywhere and nowhere； skinny squirrel。〃
〃I'm not a squirrel；〃 she said。 〃I'll almost be a woman soon。 I'll be one…and…ten。〃
〃Best watch out I don't marry you； then！〃 He tried to tickle her under the chin； but Arya slapped his stupid hand away。
Lem and Gendry played tiles with their hosts that night； while Tom Sevenstrings sang a silly song about Big Belly Ben and the High Septon's goose。 Anguy let Arya try his longbow； but no matter how hard she bit her lip she could not draw it。 〃You need a lighter bow； milady；〃 the freckled bowman said。 〃If there's seasoned wood at Riverrun； might be I'll make you one。〃
Tom overheard him； and broke off his song。 〃You're a young fool； Archer。 If we go to Riverrun it will only be to collect her ransom； won't be no time for you to sit about making bows。 Be thankful if you get out with your hide。 Lord Hoster was hanging outlaws before you were shaving。 And that son of his 。 。 。 a man who hates music can't be trusted； I always say。〃
〃It's not music he hates；〃 said Lem。 〃It's you； fool。〃
〃Well； he has no cause。 The wench was willing to make a man of him； is it my fault he drank too much to do the deed？〃
Lem snorted through his broken nose。 〃Was it you who made a song of it； or some other bloody arse in love with his own voice？〃
〃I only sang it the once；〃 Tom plained。 〃And who's to say the song was about him？ 'Twas a song about a fish。〃
〃A floppy fish；〃 said Anguy； laughing。
Arya didn't care what Tom's stupid songs were about。 She turned to Harwin。 〃What did he mean about ransom？〃
〃We have sore need of horses； milady。 Armor as well。 Swords； shields； spears。 All the things coin can buy。 Aye； and seed for planting。 Winter is ing； remember？〃 He touched her under the chin。 〃You will not be the first highborn captive we've ransomed。 Nor the last； I'd hope。〃
That much was true； Arya knew。 Knights were captured and ransomed all the time； and sometimes women were too。 But what if Robb won't pay their price？ She wasn't a famous knight； and kings were supposed to put the realm before their sisters。 And her lady mother； what would she say？ Would she still want her back； after all the things she'd done？ Arya chewed her lip and wondered。
The next day they rode to a place called High Heart； a hill so lofty that from atop it Arya felt as though she could see half the world。 Around its brow stood a ring of huge pale stumps； all that r