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brown and white fur that must have held her baby。 〃We're not supposed to talk to Craster's wives;〃 Sam told them。 〃We have orders。〃
 〃That's done now;〃 said the old woman on the right。
 〃The blackest crows are down in the cellar; gorging;〃 said the old woman on the left; 〃or up in the loft with the young ones。 They'll be back soon; though。 Best you be gone when they do。 The horses run off; but Dyah's caught two。〃
 〃You said you'd help me;〃 Gilly reminded him。
 〃I said Jon would help you。 Jon's brave; and he's a good fighter; but I think he's dead now。 I'm a craven。 And fat。 Look how fat I am。 Besides; Lord Mormont's hurt。 Can't you see? I couldn't leave the Lord mander。〃
 〃Child;〃 said the other old woman; 〃that old crow's gone before you。 Look。〃
 Mormont's head was still in his lap; but his eyes were open and staring and his lips no longer moved。 The raven cocked its head and squawked; then looked up at Sam。 〃Corn?〃
 〃No corn。 He has no corn。〃 Sam closed the Old Bear's eyes and tried to think of a prayer; but all that came to mind was; 〃Mother have mercy。 Mother have mercy。 Mother have mercy。〃
 〃Your mother can't help you none;〃 said the old woman on the left。 〃That dead old man can't neither。 You take his sword and you take that big warm far cloak o' his and you take his horse if you can find him。 And you go。〃
 〃The girl don't lie;〃 the old woman on the right said。 〃She's my girl; and I beat the lying out of her early on。 You said you'd help her。 Do what Ferny says; boy。 Take the girl and be quick about it。〃
 〃Quick;〃 the raven said。 〃Quick quick quick。〃
 〃Where?〃 asked Sam; puzzled。 〃Where should I take her?〃
 〃Someplace warm;〃 the two old women said as one。
 Gilly was crying。 〃Me and the babe。 Please。 I'll be your wife; like I was Craster's。 Please; ser crow。 He's a boy; just like Nella said he'd be。 If you don't take him; they will。〃
 〃They?〃 said Sam; and the raven cocked its black head and echoed; 〃They They They〃
 〃The boy's brothers;〃 said the old woman on the left。 〃Craster's sons。 The white cold's rising out there; crow。 I can feel it in my bones。 These poor old bones don't lie。 They'll be here soon; the sons。〃
 
 CHAPTER 34
 ARYA
 
 Her eyes had grown accustomed to blackness。 When Harwin pulled the hood off her head; the ruddy glare inside the hollow hill made Arya blink like some stupid owl。
 A huge firepit had been dug in the center of the earthen floor; and its flames rose swirling and crackling toward the smoke…stained ceiling。 The walls were equal parts stone and soil; with huge white roots twisting through them like a thousand slow pale snakes。 People were emerging from between those roots as she watched; edging out from the shadows for a look at the captives; stepping from the mouths of pitch…black tunnels; popping out of crannies and crevices on all sides。 in one place on the far side of the fire; the roots formed a kind of stairway up to a hollow in the earth where a man sat almost lost in the tangle of weirwood。
 Lem unhooded Gendry。 〃What is this place?〃 he asked。
 〃An old place; deep and secret。 A refuge where neither wolves nor lions e prowling。〃
 Neither wolves nor lions。 Arya's skin prickled。 She remembered the dream she'd had; and the taste of blood when she tore the man's arm from his shoulder。
 Big as the fire was; the cave was bigger; it was hard to tell where it began and where it ended。 The tunnel mouths might have been two feet deep or gone on two miles。 Arya saw men and women and little children; all of them watching her warily。
 Greenbeard said; 〃Here's the wizard; skinny squirrel。 You'll get your answers now。〃 He pointed toward the fire; where Tom Sevenstrings stood talking to a tall thin man with oddments of old armor buckled on over his ratty pink robes。 That can't be Thoros of Myr。 Arya remembered the red priest as fat; with a smooth face and a shiny bald head。 This man had a droopy face and a full head of shaggy grey hair。 Something Tom said made him look at her; and Arya thought he was about to e over to her。 Only then the Mad Huntsman appeared; shoving his captive down into the light; and she and Gendry were forgotten。
 The Huntsman had turned out to be a stocky man in patched tan leathers; balding and weak…chinned and quarrelsome。 At Stoney Sept she had thought that Lem and Greenbeard might be tom to pieces when they faced him at the crow cages to claim his captive for the lightning lord。 The hounds had been all around them; sniffing and snarling。 But Tom o' Sevens soothed them with his playing; Tansy marched across the square with her apron full of bones and fatty mutton; and Lem pointed out Anguy in the brothel window; standing with an arrow notched。 The Mad Huntsman had cursed them all for lickspittles; but finally he had agreed to take his prize to Lord Beric for judgment。
 They had bound his wrists with hempen rope; strung a noose around his neck; and pulled a sack down over his head; but even so there was danger in the man。 Arya could feel it across the cave。 Thoros…if that was Thoros…met captor and captive halfway to the fire。 〃How did you take him?〃 the priest asked。
 〃The dogs caught the scent。 He was sleeping off a drunk under a willow tree; if you believe it。〃
 〃Betrayed by his own kind。〃 Thoros turned to the prisoner and yanked his hood off。 〃Wele to our humble hall; dog。 It is not so grand as Robert's throne room; but the pany is better。〃
 The shifting flames painted Sandor Clegane's burned face with orange shadows; so he looked even more terrible than he did in daylight。 When he pulled at the rope that bound his wrists; flakes of dry blood fell off。 The Hound's mouth twitched。 〃I know you;〃 he said to Thoros。
 〃You did。 In melees; you'd curse my flaming sword; though thrice I overthrew you with it。〃
 〃Thoros of Myr。 You used to shave your head。〃
 〃To betoken a humble heart; but in truth my heart was vain。 Besides; I lost my razor in the woods。〃 The priest slapped his belly。 〃I am less than I was; but more。 A year in the wild will melt the flesh off a man。 Would that I could find a tailor to take in my skin。 I might look young again; and pretty maids would shower me with kisses。〃
 〃Only the blind ones; priest。〃
 The outlaws hooted; none so loud as Thoros。 〃Just so。 Yet I am not the false priest you knew。 The Lord of Light has woken in my heart。 Many powers long asleep are waking; and there are forces moving in the land。 I have seen them in my flames。〃
 The Hound was unimpressed。 〃Bugger your flames。 And you as well。〃 He looked around at the others。 〃You keep queer pany for a holy man。〃
 〃These are my brothers;〃 Thoros said simply。
 Lem Lemoncloak pushed forward。 He and Greenbeard were the only men there tall enough to look the Hound in the eye。 〃Be careful how you bark; dog。 We hold your life in our hands。〃
 〃Best wipe the shit off your fingers; then。〃 The Hound laughed。 〃How long have you been hiding in this hole?〃
 Anguy the Archer bristled at the suggestion of cowardice。 〃Ask the goat if we've hidden; Hound。 Ask your brother。 Ask the lord of leeches。 We've bloodied them all。〃
 〃You lot? Don't make me laugh。 You look more swineherds than soldiers。〃
 〃Some of us was swineherds;〃 said a short man Arya did not know。 〃And some was tanners or singers or masons。 But that was before the war e。〃
 〃When we left King's Landing we were men of Winterfell and men of Darry and men of Blackhaven; Mallery men and Wylde men。 We were knights and squires and men…at…arms; lords and moners; bound together only by our purpose。〃 The voice came from the man seated amongst the weirwood roots halfway up the wall。 〃Six score of us set out to bring the king's justice to your brother。〃 The speaker was descending the tangle of steps toward the floor。 〃Six score brave men and true; led by a fool in a starry cloak。〃 A scarecrow of a man; he wore a ragged black cloak speckled with stars and an iron breastplate dinted by a hundred battles。 A thicket of red…gold hair hid most of his face; save for a bald spot above his left ear where his head had been smashed in。 〃More than eighty of our pany are dead now; but others have taken up the swords that fell from their hands。〃 When he reached the floor; the outlaws moved aside to l

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