Chapter 40 Chapter Thirty-Nine Arya

The man on the roof was the first victim of the day.He was squatting under the chimney two hundred yards away, a vague shadow in the pre-dawn darkness, but as the sky gradually brightened, he began to move, stretched, and stood up.Anguy's arrow hit him in the chest, and he rolled limply down the steep stone slab and landed in front of the church door. The Blood Mummers had placed two sentries, but the torches blinded them to the darkness until the bandits stalked.Keller and Notch shot arrows at the same time.One person's throat was blocked by a sharp arrow, and he fell down immediately, while the other person was shot in the stomach and threw away the torch in a hurry.Flames licked his clothes, and he screamed.After sneaking so far, Soros shouted, and the bandits launched a fierce attack.

Arya watched from her horse, the top of the wooded ridge overlooking the sept and the mill and the brewhouse and the stables, over the barren grass and the burnt trees and the ubiquitous mud.The trees are almost completely bare, and the few brown and yellow dead leaves on the branches can't block the sight.Lord Beric's beardless Dick and Mudge guarded them, and Arya hated being left behind like a stupid child, but at least Gendry was there.And it was combat, and combat required discipline and obedience, so she didn't argue. The eastern horizon shone with gold dust, and overhead a half-moon peeked out through low-sprinting clouds.The wind was cold, and Arya heard the sound of water and the creaking of the great wooden wheels of the mill.There was a smell of rain in the dawn air, but no rain fell.The rocket pierced through the morning mist, leaving pale trails like ribbons that nailed into the wooden walls of the sanctuary.Some shot through the narrow closed windows, from which wisps of smoke quickly rose.

Two blood mummers rushed out of the church side by side with battle axes in hand.Anguy and the other archers were waiting for them.One was killed instantly, while the other struggled to get low and was only shot through the shoulder.He stumbled on and was soon hit by two more arrows, so fast that he couldn't even tell which came first.Long arrow shafts pierced the iron breastplate as if it were made of silk.He fell heavily.The arrows used by Angai were all tied with awls, which couldn't even guard against plate armor.I'll learn to archery, Arya thought.She loves fighting with the sword but understands the benefits of the bow.

Flames climbed up the west wall of the sanctuary, and smoke billowed from a broken window.A Miller crossbowman poked his head out another window, fired a miss, and crouched to reload.She heard the battle in the stables too, the shouts, the neighing of the horses, the clash of gold and iron.Kill them all, she thought, biting her lip, and it bleeds, kill them all! The crossbowman appeared again, but as soon as he fired, three arrows whizzed past his head, one of which hit the helmet.He has since disappeared with his crossbow.Arya sees a fire in a second-floor window.In the billowing black smoke and white morning mist, it was hazy and blurred.Anguy and the other archers crept closer to take aim.Immediately afterwards, the blood actors rushed out like angry ants, and the temple was like an erupting volcano.Two Ibans rushed through the door, holding aloft their brown, plush shields, followed by a Dothraki with a huge arakh, braided bells, and three Volantene servants covered in hideous tattoos. soldier.Others climbed out of windows and jumped to the ground.Arya saw someone being shot in the chest as soon as one leg stepped over the window sill, and screamed as he fell.The smoke was getting thicker.Crossbow arrows flew back and forth.Watt groaned, fell down, and the bow slipped from his hand.Keller was nocking an arrow, but was pierced through the stomach by a spear thrown by a man in black armor.She heard Lord Berry's shouts, and a large army, armed with weapons, surged up from ditches and bushes.With Lemon's bright yellow cloak flying behind him, he rode out, cutting down the man who had killed Keller.Thoros and Lord Berry are everywhere, with flames swirling around their swords.The red monk slashed at a leather shield, sending it flying apart, while his mount kicked the shield bearer in the face.A Dothraki screamed and rushed towards the Lightning King. The flaming sword met the arakh scimitar. After several rounds of sword fighting, the Dothraki's hair caught fire, and soon he died.She catches Eddie fighting beside the Lightning King.It's not fair, he's only a little bit older than me, they should have put me in the fight too.

The fight didn't last long. The "braves" were either killed or seriously injured, or surrendered.The two Dothraki snatched their horses and fled, but Lord Beric did it on purpose. "Let them bring the news back to Harrenhal," he said, sword in hand, "teach Lord Leech and his goats a few more sleepless nights." Lucky Jack, Harwin, and Merry of Moontown volunteered to enter the burning sanctuary to search for prisoners.After a while they emerged from the smoke and flames, bringing out eight brown-clothed monks, one of them so weak that Merry had to carry him on his shoulders.There was also a monk among them, broad-shouldered, thin, bald, with black mail over a gray robe. "He's hiding under the cellar stairs," Jack coughed.

Soros smiled at him, "Utter." "Friar Utter. I am a servant of God." "What god would want a guy like you?" Lemon shouted. "I am guilty," wailed the monk, "I know, I know. Father, forgive me, O my sin is so great." Arya met Urtshund at Harrenhal.Shagwell the Clown said that every time he killed a little boy, he would weep and pray for forgiveness: sometimes he even let other blood mummers whip himself.They all thought that was hilarious. Lord Bailey drew his sword back into its sheath with a snap, and extinguished the flame. "Exercise mercy to the dying, tie the hands and feet of the rest, and prepare for trial." He ordered, and the bandits followed the order.

The trial went quickly.Bandits came out one after another to accuse the warriors of their misdeeds: looting towns and villages, burning crops, raping and killing women, and mutilating men.Someone spoke of the boy that Friar Utter had taken, and the friar himself kept crying and praying. "I am a weak reed," he told Lord Berry, "and I prayed to the Warrior for strength, but the gods made me weak in spirit. Have pity on me weak. Those boys, lovely boys... I don't want to hurt them at all..." Soon, Uttershtus was hung from a tall elm tree, swaying slowly with the rope around his neck, as naked as when he was born.The rest of the "warriors" were also tried one by one.When the rope was put around the neck, someone tried to resist, kicking and struggling.One crossbowman kept yelling in a thick Myrish accent, "I, soldier, I, soldier." Another offered to lead them to gold; another promised to be a good robber.But in the end, all of them were stripped naked, tied up and hanged one by one.Tom of the Seven Strings sang a dirge for them on his woodharp, and Thoros begged the Lord of Light to burn their souls till the end of time.

It was a blood mummer tree, Arya thought, watching them sway, the burning sept cast a sombre red on their pale skin.When and from nowhere, the crows had come, and she heard them chattering to each other, and wondered what they were talking about.Arya was less afraid of Sister Utter than Rorger and Fang and some of the others who were still at Harrenhal, but she was glad he was dead nonetheless.They should have hanged the Hound, too, or beheaded him.To her distaste, however, they healed Sandor Clegane for his burned arm, returned his sword, horse, and armor, and set him free miles from the Empty Mountains, taking only his money.

The sanctuary soon collapsed in the flames, its walls no longer able to support the heavy slate roof.The eight brown-clothed monks watched resignedly.There were only these people left, and the oldest one explained that he hung a small hammer with a leather strap around his neck, representing his belief in the blacksmith. "Before the war broke out there were forty-four of us, and we were very rich here. We had a dozen cows and a bull, a hundred beehives, a vineyard, and a few apple trees. Then the lion came and took the wine, Milk and honey, kill the cows, and set the vineyards on fire. After that... countless people have come. This fake monk is just here. There is a villainous guy... All the silver was given to him, but he was sure We still hid the gold coins, so we ordered our subordinates to interrogate the murderers one by one, forcing the elders to speak."

"How did you eight survive?" Archer Anguy asked. "I am ashamed," said the old man, "that it was all because of my weakness. When my turn came, I told where the gold was hidden." "Brother," said Thoros of Myr, "I am only ashamed that I did not tell them the place at once." That night, the bandits spent the night in a wine house by the small river.The owner had food stashed under the stable floor, so they shared a simple supper: oatmeal bread, onion and slightly garlicky, sparse cabbage soup.Arya also counted herself lucky to find a slice of carrot in her bowl.The monks didn't ask where they were, and they knew it, Arya thought.How could it not be known? Lord Berry's breastplate, shield, and cloak have forked lightning bolts, while Thoros wears a red robe - or what remains of it.A young novice dared to tell the red monks not to pray to false gods under their roof. "To hell with it," said Lemoncloak, "he's our god, and we gave you your lives. Call him a false god? Damn it, your blacksmith can only mend swords, but he heals men!"

"Enough, Lemon," commanded Lord Berry, "under someone else's roof and by someone else's rules." "One or two less prayers and the sun won't stop shining," Soros agreed mildly. "I know it." Lord Berry hadn't eaten.Arya never saw him eat, only a glass of wine now and then.He didn't seem to sleep much either, and the good eye was usually closed as if tired, but would open again as soon as you spoke to him.The Lord of the March Lands still wore his tattered black cloak and battered breastplate with its lightning bolt enamel mottled away.He even wore a breastplate to rest, the sullen black iron concealing the horrible wounds the Hound had inflicted on him, just as a thick sheepskin concealed the black circle around his neck.But the shattered head, the sunken temples, the bright red holes in the eye sockets cannot be concealed, and the shape of the skull can be seen under the face. Arya eyed him warily, remembering all the stories from Harrenhal.Earl Bailey seemed to sense her fear, and turned to beckon her to come closer. "Did I scare you, kid?" "No," she bit her lip, "it's just... well... I thought the Hound killed you, but..." "The king was hurt," said Lemoncloak, "very badly, eh, but Thoros healed it, and he was the best doctor." Lord Berry stared at Lemon with a queer look in his good eye, and nothing but scars and dried blood in the other eye. "The best doctor," he agreed cautiously, "Lemon, it's time to change the guard, please take charge." "Yes, my lord." Lemon stepped out into the night wind, the rhubarb cloak fluttering behind her. "A warrior blinds himself when he fears the truth," Lord Berry remarked after Lemon had left. "Soros, how many times have you resurrected me so far?" The red-robed monk bowed his head, "It was R'hllor who rescued you, my lord. I am just a tool of the Lord of Light." "How many times?" insisted Lord Berry. "Six times," said Thoros reluctantly, "each more difficult than the last. You have become too fearless, my lord, is death really so sweet?" "Sweet? No, my friend, that's not sweet." "Then don't rush for it. Lord Tywin is always in the rear. So is Lord Stannis. You should too, it is wiser. A seventh death may mean the end of both of us." Lord Berry touched the top of his left ear, where the temple was sunken. "This is where Ser Burton Crakehall smashed his helmet with his hammer." He undid his scarf, revealing the black bruise on his neck. "This is the mark that the manticore knight left me at Rapids Falls. He caught a poor couple of beekeepers, thought they were mine, and talked about them unless I showed up in person. Or hang them both. When I got there, he hanged them anyway, and hung me among them." He pointed a finger at the bright red hole in the eye socket. "The Mountain's dagger pierced the gap in the mask." A weary smile flitted across his lips. "I've died three times at the hands of the Cleganes, maybe I should behave myself..." It was a joke, Arya knew, but Thoros didn't laugh.He put a hand on Earl Bailey's shoulder, "Don't think about it." "What else can I think? I remember owning a castle in the Far Lands and having a lover waiting for me to return to, but I can't remember exactly where the castle was, nor the color of my lover's hair. Who made me a knight, old friend What is my favorite food? All fades away. Sometimes I feel I was born on the bloody meadow in the ash woods, with the taste of fire in my mouth and a hole in my chest, and you are my mother, Soros..." Arya watched the monk of Myr, with disheveled hair, tattered reddish robes and scraps of old armor, gray stubble on his cheeks, and sagging skin around his chin.He wasn't like the wizard in Old Nan's tales, but... "Can you resurrect a man without a head?" Arya asked. "Just once, not six times, okay?" "I don't know magic, boy, I can only pray. The first time, the grown-up got a hole in his body, his mouth was full of blood, and I knew there was no hope. So when his torn chest stopped beating, I gave him Merciful God's kiss, send him on his way - fill the mouth with fire, blow it into the body, through the throat, lungs and heart, and reach the soul. This is called the 'last kiss', and in the old days when the servants of Allah died, I have seen old monks give them this 'last kiss' many times. I have performed it myself once or twice, and it is a skill that all red monks must master. But I have never seen flames poured into a corpse to make the dead start to tremble, even Open your eyes. I didn’t resurrect him, Miss, it’s the divine power of Allah. R’hllor doesn’t want him to die yet. Life is warmth, warmth comes from fire, fire belongs to Allah, and Allah has it all.” Tears welled up in Arya's eyes.Soros had said so much that all it meant was no, and she knew that. "Your father was a good man," said Lord Beric. "Harwin has told me many stories about him. I would gladly give up your ransom for his sake, but we need money so badly." She bit her lip.I guess that's true.She knew he had given the Hound's money to Greenbeard and the Mad Hunter, telling them to go south of the Mander to buy supplies. "The last crop was burned, this one is drowning, and winter will come soon," he said when he sent them out. "The people need grain and seed, and we need swords and horses, not always on ponies, pack horses and mules against an enemy armed with tall horses." Yet Arya wondered how much Robb would pay her.He was king now, not the boy whose snowflakes had melted in his hair when she left Winterfell.If he knew what he'd been in, and the stableboys in King's Landing and the guards at Harrenhal, and all that... "What if my brother won't ransom me?" "What?" asked Lord Bailey. "Well," Arya explained, "my hair is messy, my nails are dirty, and my feet are full of blisters." Maybe Robb didn't care, but his mother did.Mrs. Caitlin wants her to be like Sansa, who can sing and dance, sew and embroider, and be a polite little lady anytime and anywhere.Thinking of this, Arya began to run her fingers through her hair, but it was so messy and tangled that she only tore some. "I ruined Lady Smallwood's dress, and I'm still not good at sewing." She bit her lip. "I mean, I can't embroider well. Septa Mordane says my hands are like a blacksmith's." Gendry couldn't stand it. "With your limp little hands?" he cried, "you can't even hold a hammer." "I can hold it if I want!" she yelled at him. Soros chuckled, "Your brother will pay, son. Don't worry about that." "Yes, but what if he doesn't pay?" she insisted. Lord Berry sighed. "Then send you to Lady Smallwood for the time being, or to Black Harbor, my own castle, but it's certainly not necessary. Thoros and I can't return your father; but at least we can keep you safe in your mother's arms." middle." "You swear?" she asked him.Yoren had also promised to take her home, but was killed on the way. "In my honor as a knight," said the Lightning King solemnly. When Lemon returned to the brewhouse, the rain trickled down his yellow cloak and pooled on the ground, making him curse under his breath.Anguy and Lucky Jack sat by the door and rolled the dice, but no matter how they played, One-Eyed Jack had no luck at all.Tom Seven Strings changed his woodharp, and sang "Mother's Tears," "William's Wife Wet," "Lord Pat's Ride in the Rain," and then Katmey's rain: What virtue and ability do you have? His lordship proudly declares, Must I bow my head and bow my head? The color is different, the power is not inferior, Each shows their abilities and is divided into high and low. The red lion fights the yellow lion, The minions are sharp and merciless. Surprisingly deadly strokes ruthless, Ruzi don't forget, Ruzi don't forget. Oh, he said so, he said so, Lord Castamere he says so. But today, every rainy season, The rain wept in the hall, but there was no one there. But today, every rainy season, The rain weeps in the hall, but there is no soul in it. At last Tom had sung all the songs about the rain before he put down his harp.So there was only the sound of rain on the slate roof of the brewhouse.The dice game is also over.Arya stood on one leg, then switched to the other, continuing the exercise taught by Syrio Forel.Merry complained that his horse had knocked off a shoe. "I can do it for you," Gendry said suddenly. "I'm only an apprentice blacksmith, but my master says I've got hands made for hammering. I can put horseshoes, mend mail, and beat plate. I bet , you can even make swords." "What did you say, boy?" said Harwin. "I can strike iron for you." Gendry dropped to one knee before Lord Bailey. "If you are willing to take me in, my lord, I will be useful. I can make tools and daggers, and once I made a good helmet, but when I was caught, the subordinates of the Devil's Mountain took it away." Arya bit her lip.He will leave me too. "You should serve Lord Tully at Riverrun," said Lord Bailey. "I cannot pay you." "I want no wages, but a stove and bread and a place to sleep, my lord." "Blacksmiths are popular everywhere, especially weapons masters. Why do you want to follow us?" Arya watched Gendry make that thoughtful, stupid look. "In the empty hills, you said you were King Robert's men, the Brotherhood Without Banners, and I liked it. I liked the trial you gave the Hound. Lord Bolton would only hang people, or chop their heads off, Ty The same goes for the Duke Winning and Ser Amory. I'd rather strike iron for you." "We have a great deal of mail to mend, my lord," Jack reminded Lord Bailey, "mostly stripped from the dead, with holes in the vitals." "You must be a fool, boy," said Lemon. "We're a bunch of lowly people, except the Earl. Don't take Tom's stupid songs seriously. You can't steal a princess's kiss, or go to a tourney in stolen armor. Be a robber, The end is either a rope around the neck, or a head stuck in the gate of the castle." "We're all the same," Gendry said. "That's right, that's it," Lucky Jack said cheerfully, "The crow is waiting for everyone. My lord, this kid is brave enough, and we really need his skills. In Jack's opinion, let him stay." "And be quick," Harwin suggested with a chuckle, "before his enthusiasm fades and his sanity returns." A faint smile flitted across Lord Bailey's lips. "Soros, my sword!" This time, the Lightning King didn't light the sword, but laid it lightly on Gendry's shoulder. "Will you, Gendry, swear before gods and men, to guard the weak, to protect women and children, to obey palaces, lords and kings, to fight valiantly, no matter how hard, how humble, mission?" "I will, my lord." The Earl of the Far Lands moved his sword from his right shoulder to his left. "Arise, Ser Gendry, Rider of the Hollow Mountain, and welcome to the Brotherhood Without Banners." Harsh laughter came from the door. The rain dripped from him, his burned arm was still wrapped in layers of linen and tied tightly to his chest with a thick hemp rope, but the old burn on his face gleamed sullenly in the light of the faint flames . "Knight again, Dondarrion?" the intruder said in a low voice, "I should kill you again for this." Lord Beric faced him calmly, "I thought I'd never see you again, Clegane, how did you find me?" "Damn it, what's the problem? You're making so much smoke that you can see it in Oldtown." "Where's my sentry post?" Clegane's mouth twitched. "Those blind men? Maybe I'll kill them both—if so, what will you do?" Angai took out his longbow.Notch did the same. "I'm really desperate, Sang Feng?" Soros asked, "You must be crazy or drunk to follow here." "Rain can get you drunk? You didn't even give me money for a drink, son of a bitch." Anguy drew out an arrow, "We are robbers, and it is only right for robbers to steal things. See, that's what it says in the song, go ask kind Tom to sing a song. If I didn't kill you, I should be grateful and play a fool. " "Kill me? Try it, bow and arrow. Fuck you, I'll see if I don't take your weapon and stick an arrow in that little freckled ass." Anguy raised his longbow, and Lord Beric raised his hand before he could shoot. "Why did you come here, Clegane?" "Come and get something." "Your coins?" "What else? Your face does not please me, Dondarrion. You are uglier than me now, and you are a robber knight." "I gave the IOU," Earl Bailey said calmly, "and it will be honored after the war is over." "Sorry, that piece of paper wiped my ass, I want real gold coins." "We didn't keep a penny. We gave it to Greenbeard and the Mad Hunter to take it south to buy grain and seeds across the Mander River." "To feed all these poor people whose crops you've burned," Gendry said. "Oh, is that so?" Sandor Clegane laughed again. "As it happens, I have a bunch of ugly farmers and freckled cubs to feed." "You lied," Gendry said. "Oh, I understand, you're out of one nostril. Damn, why trust them and not me? It's not because of my face, huh?" Clegane glanced at Arya. "Are you going to make her a knight too, Dondarrion? The world's first eight-year-old female knight?" "I am twelve," Arya lied loudly. "I could be a knight if I wanted to. I could have killed you too, only Lemon took my dagger." It still made her angry to think of it. "Complain to some lemon, don't come after me, and run away with your tail between your legs. Know how dogs deal with wolves?" "Next time I will kill you, and I will kill your brother!" "That won't do," his black eyes narrowed. "He's mine." He turned to Lord Berry. "I said, make my horse a knight. It never shits in the hall, and kicks no more than other animals. It's worthy of a knight, unless you want to steal it too." "You'd better get on this horse and roll," Lemon warned. "I'm going with my gold. Your own gods acquit me—" "The Lord of Light spares your life," declared Thoros of Myr, "but he did not say that you are the reincarnation of Saint Baelor, the Lord who does no evil." The red-robed monk unsheathed his sword, and Jack and Merry also drew their weapons. , while Lord Beric still held the sword that had honored Gendry.Maybe they'll kill him this time. The hound's mouth twitched again, "You are just a bunch of bandits and thieves, pretending to be benevolent and moral." Lemon glared, "Your lion friend rode into the village and took all the food and every penny he could find, calling it a 'collection', as did the wolf cubs, why couldn't we? Nobody robbed you, dog, you Very generous, just 'enlisted'." Sonny Clegane looked at everyone's faces, as if imprinting them all in his mind, and walked out, back into the darkness and pouring rain, without saying a word.Leaving the bandits waiting in doubt... "I'll see what he's done to our sentry." Harwin looked outside the door warily to make sure the Hound wasn't lurking nearby. "Where did that damn bastard get so many gold coins?" Lemon Cloak asked to break the uneasy atmosphere. Anguy shrugged. "Win the Prime Minister's tourney. In King's Landing." The Archer grinned. "I won a lot of money myself, but then I met Danxi, Jiedi and Alayaya. They taught me how to roast swan meat, and how to bathe with wine from Qingting Island." "It's all squandered, isn't it?" Harwin laughed. "Not all of it. I bought these boots, and this nice dagger." "You should buy a piece of land and put one of the roast swan girls on good terms," ​​said Lucky Jack, "and grow a bunch of turnips and raise a bunch of kids." "Soldiers! What a waste, gold turned into turnips!" "I like turnips," Jack said aggrievedly, "and I want some turnip mash right now." Thoros of Myr ignored the jokes. "The Hound lost more than a few bags of coins," he mused, "but lost his master and his kennels. He can't go home to the Lannisters, the Lord Young Wolf will never take him, and his brother is unlikely to welcome him. The way I see it , these gold coins are all he has left." "Damn it," said Watt the Miller, "he'll kill us in our sleep." "No." Lord Beric sheathed his sword back. "Sandor Clegane would be happy to kill us all, but not in our sleep. Anguy, join the beardless Dick in the rear tomorrow, and if we see Dick Regan still stalking, shoot his horse." "That's a fine horse," Anguy protested. "Yeah," said Lemon, "it's the bastard on the horse. That horse is good for us." "I agree," said Notch, "let me put some feathers in the dog and teach him a lesson." Lord Beric shook his head, "Clegane won his life in the empty mountain, and I will not take it away." "My lords are wise," Thoros told them all. "My lords, trial by combat is sacrosanct. You have all heard that I begged R'hllor to pass judgment, and you have all seen that when Lord Beric was about to make a final decision, Allah used his fiery heat to snapped his sword with his fingers. The Lord of Light, it seems, needs Joffrey's Hound." Harwin quickly turned back to the brewhouse. "'Pudding Foot' was fast asleep, but uninjured." "Wait, I'll get him," said Lemon. "I'll have to poke a hole. Maybe we'll all be killed, that fool." No one could rest comfortably that night knowing that Sandor Clegane was lurking outside in the darkness.Arya curled up by the fire, feeling warm and cozy, but unable to sleep.She lay under her cloak, clutching the coin Jaqen H'ghar had given her.The coin made her feel powerful, and she had been the ghost of Harrenhal, who could kill with a whisper. Jaqen was gone, however, and left her.So did Hot Pie, and now Gendry was leaving too.Rommy was dead, Yoren was dead, Syrio Forel was dead, even her father was dead, and Jaqen handed her a stupid iron coin and disappeared. "Valar morghulis." She whispered softly, clenched her fists, and the hard coins were embedded in her palms. "Ser Gregor, Dunson, Polliver, Raff the Sweetmouth, The Notepad, The Hound, Ser Ilyn, Ser Meryn, King Joffrey, Queen Cersei." Arya tried to imagine them dead What was it like at that time, but I can't remember much about their faces.The Hound and her brother Mountain are fine, and she will never forget Joffrey's expression, and his mother... But the memories of Raff, Dunson, and Polliver are gradually fading, and the ordinary 'notebook' is even more so. Vague. At last Arya fell asleep, but in the darkness of the night she woke uncomfortably.The flame shrunk to a little embers.Moggie stood at the door while another sentinel paced outside.The rain had stopped and she heard wolves howling.So close, she thought, and so much.It sounded like there were dozens, if not hundreds, of horses around the stables.I hope they eat the hounds.She remembered his comment about wolves and dogs. By dawn, Brother Utter was still swinging under the tree, but the brown monks, with shovels, dug shallow graves in the rain and buried the rest of the dead.The Lord of Berry thanked them for boarding and gave them a sack of silver stag to help rebuild.Harwin, "Reliable" Luke, and Miller Watt went out to scout, but found neither wolf nor hound. As Arya saddled up, Gendry came over to say sorry.She quickly put her foot on the stirrup and swung her legs up, so that she could look down at him instead of up.You could have forged swords for my brother at Riverrun, she thought, but all she said was, "What does it matter to me if you try to be a fool bandit knight and get hanged? I'll be ransomed back, back Riverrun, with my brother." Thankfully, it didn't rain that day, and after several days, it was finally possible to move forward at full speed.