Chapter 2 Chapter 2 Arya

Back at Winterfell, everyone used to call her "Arya the Horseface," and she thought she couldn't have a worse nickname, until Rommy the Orphan, the Green Hand, called her "Mughead." Her head did indeed feel like she had dysentery.She was dragged into the alley by Yoren, and she thought she was going to die, but the old man just held her down and cut off her messy hair with a dagger.She remembered the breeze blowing locks of dirty brown hair across the flagstones toward the church where her father had been killed. "I only take men and boys," Yoren growled, scraping the sharp blade across her scalp. "So don't move, boy!" By the time he finished shaving, all that was left of her was a bunch of tangled hair on top of her head.

Then he told her that from now until she got back to Winterfell, she was Aly the boy without mother and father. "It's easy to go out of the city, but it's hard to say when you're on the road. You still have a long way to go, and the people who accompany you are not good people. This time I got thirty people, old and young, all going to guard the Great Wall. Like your illegitimate brother." He shook her, "Master Ai De asked me to pick someone from the prison, and there are no noble young masters down here. Half of this group of people will hand you over to you without even thinking about it." Queen Mother, in exchange for amnesty and a few copper coins. The other half will do the same, but they will fuck you a few times before talking. So be careful, don't drink too much water if you have nothing to do, peeing is the most troublesome thing, if you want to pee, you have to do it yourself Sprinkle it in the woods."

As he said, it was really not difficult to leave King's Landing.The Lannister soldiers at the gate stopped everyone and questioned them, but Yoren said hello to one of them, and they waved the wagons past.No one looked at Arya at all.They were looking for a well-born prime minister's daughter, not a scrawny little boy with shaved hair.Arya didn't look back, she wished so much that the flood in Blackwater Bay would blow away the whole city, the flea nest, the Red Keep, and the Great Sept, and all the people in it, especially Prince Joffrey and his mother.But she knew in her heart that this was impossible, not to mention that Sansa was still in the city, what if she was washed away?Thinking of this, Arya decided to just concentrate on thinking about Winterfell.

However, Yoren also made a mistake. Going to the toilet is not the most troublesome thing. The most troublesome things are Green Hand Rommy and Hot Pie.They were both orphans, and Yoren had found several orphans on the streets, because he had promised them that joining the Night's Watch would give them food and shoes.The rest are prisoners. "The Night's Watch needs capable men," he told them as they set off. "Since you're the only ones like this, you'll have to make do with it." The prisoners Yoren had brought from the dungeon were almost all adults, thieves, poachers, rapists, and so on.Three of them had been dug out of the black prison, and he probably feared even him, for he had them handcuffed and locked in a carriage, and swore he would not let them out until he reached the Wall.One of them had lost his nose, leaving only a dimple in his face; the other was a fat, bald head with sharp teeth, a face full of pus-filled pimples, and an inhuman look in his eyes.

They set out from King's Landing in five wagons loaded with supplies for the Wall: hides and cloth, pig iron bars, a cage of ravens, books in paper and ink, a bundle of sour grass leaves, a large number of oil cans, and boxes of medicines and spices.Teams of plow horses pulled the carts, and Yoren bought two war horses and half a dozen donkeys for the boys to ride.Arya couldn't ride a horse, but a donkey was much better than a cart. Adults ignored her, but she had no such luck with other boys.She was two years younger than the youngest orphan in it, not to mention she was thin and small.Romy and Hot Pie interpret her silence as scared, stupid, and even deaf. "Look at that sword on the mangy head," Romy said suddenly one morning, as they ambled through the orchard and the wheat field.He had been a dyer's apprentice before he was arrested for stealing, and his hands were green to the elbows.They laughed like donkeys braying. "I said, where did the gutter rat like the mangy head get the sword?"

Arya bit her lip in resentment, looking at Yoren's faded black cloak ahead of the carriage, determined not to cry to him. "Maybe he's a squire," Hot Pie put in.His mother was a baker, and he used to pull her cart all day long, selling "Hot pies, hot pies! Hot pies!", "Is it some master's little servant?" "He's not a servant. Look at his virtue. I bet you that it's not a real sword at all. It's probably a tin toy." Arya hated it when they joked about Needle. "It's a sword made of steel by the city smith, Big Bon!" she snapped, turning from her saddleback, glaring at them. "You better shut up!"

The orphans yelled a few times, "Where did you get this, Mandyface?" Hot Pie wanted to know. "It's dysentery," Romy corrected, "it's probably stolen." "I didn't!" she yelled.The sewing needle was given to her by Jon Snow.It was fine to call her a diarrhoea, but she would never allow them to call Jon a thief. "If it's stolen, we can take the sword," said Hot Pie. "It ain't his anyway. I'd love to have a sword like that." Romy encouraged him: "Go, go grab it, grab it and show me!" So Hot Pie kicked the donkey and rode forward. "Hey, dysentery face, bring me the sword!" His hair was the color of straw, and his fat face was molted by the sun. "You don't know how to use it anyway!"

Of course I will use it!Arya wanted to say, I killed a fat boy like you with it, put the sword in his stomach, and he died instantly, and if you mess with me again, I'll kill you too.But she dared not say that. Yoren didn't know about the stable boy's murder, and she was afraid of what he would do if he did.Arya was pretty sure there must have been murderers among the group, at least the three in chains.But then again, the Queen Mother didn't hunt them down, so that's different. "Look, look," the green-handed Romy began to bray again, "I bet you he's going to cry! Mangy, do you want to cry?"

She did cry when she went to bed last night because she dreamed of her father.When she woke up in the morning, her eye sockets were red and swollen, and her tears had dried up. Even if it took her life, she couldn't squeeze out another tear. "He's going to pee his pants!" Hot Pie predicted. "Don't bully him." At this moment, the boy with rough black hair who was riding behind spoke.Romy nicknamed him "Big Bull" because he spent all his time polishing a horned helmet but never wearing it.But Romy didn't dare to provoke Daniel, because he was not only older, but also very strong, with a broad chest and strong arms.

"Arry, you'd better give Hot Pie the sword," said Romy, "Hot Pie wants it. He kicked a boy to death before, and I'll bet you if you don't give it to him." You'll be kicked to death too." "Yeah, I kicked him to the ground and kicked his dick and kicked and kicked him until he died!" Hot Pie brags, "I kicked him to pieces, both of his dicks were covered by me The kick is bleeding, and the dick has turned black. Now, bring me the sword!" Arya pulled out the practice wooden sword from her waist, "Take this for you." She didn't want to cause trouble, so she said to Hot Pie.

"That's just a stick!" He rode closer, reaching for the hilt of the Needle's sword. Arya smacked his donkey's rear with a swish, and the donkey groaned and jumped up, throwing Hot Pie to the ground.Without hesitation, she immediately got off the mount and poked his stomach with a stick. Hot Pie, who was about to get up, groaned and sat down again.Then she danced a shower of sticks across his face and nose, making a snapping sound like a branch snapping. Hot Pie's nose bleeds and he began to cry. Green Hand Romy. "Do you want a sword too?" she yelled, but he obviously didn't want it, and he just hurriedly raised his green hands to cover his face, screaming for her to go away. At this time, Daniel shouted: "Be careful behind!" Arya turned around quickly, and Hot Pie had stood up, holding a sharp big rock in his hand.She waited for him to strike, and as soon as she lowered her body, the stone flew over her head, and then she rushed towards him.When he raised his hand, she slapped his hands, then his cheeks, his knees.He reached out to grab her, but she stepped aside and hit him on the back of the head with her stick.He fell to the ground, then got up again, and staggered after him, his flushed face was covered with blood and mud.Arya posed as a water dancer, and as he approached, she thrust forward and landed between his legs.The force was so heavy that she believed that if she used a real sword, it would probably pass through his asshole. By the time Yoren pulled her away, Hot Pie was sprawled on the ground, his pants dirty and smelly, crying that Arya had been beating him and beating him and beating him. "Enough!" growled the man in black, clawed away her fingers and snatched the wooden sword away. "Do you want to kill that idiot?" Romy and the others began to complain, but the old man said to them, "Shut up! Or watch how I fix you. If you make trouble again, I'll tie you up behind the car , all the way back to the Great Wall!" He spat, "Especially you, Ali! Come with me, kid, hurry up!" Everyone looked at her, even the three men handcuffed behind the carriage.The fat man closed his fangs with a snap and hissed, but Arya ignored him. The old man dragged her away from the road into the woods, cursing and muttering to himself, "If I had known, I would have left you in King's Landing. Are you listening, kid?" Every time he said "little devil" , were almost yelling to make sure she could hear. "Take off your pants. Come on, no one can see here! Take them off!" When Arya complied bitterly, he said, "Stand there against that oak tree. Yes, that's it." She put her arms around the trunk, her cheek against the rough bark. "Come on, yell to me." I won't scream, Arya thought stubbornly, but she couldn't help screaming when Yoren hit her bare thigh with a club. "Do you know it hurts?" he said. "Try this again!" Arya screamed again, holding on to the trunk with a whistling sound of the stick to keep her from falling. "Again!" She clenched tightly, bit her lip, and when she heard the whistling of the wooden stick, she shrank in fear.This time, the pain caused her to jump up, screaming frantically.I don't cry, she thought, I never cry, I'm a Stark from Winterfell, and our sigil is a direwolf, and a direwolf doesn't cry.She felt tiny streaks of blood running down her left foot, and her thigh and cheek ached like hell. "Listen to me now," Yoren said. "The next time you stick a stick at your brother, I'll fix you twice as hard. Do you hear that? Put your trousers on now." They're not my brothers, Arya thought as she pulled up her pants, but she knew she'd better not say it.She fiddled with the straps and tethers awkwardly with her hands. Yoren looked at her. "Still hurts?" Still as water, she told herself, remembering Syrio Forel's words. "A little." He spat and said, "That Hot Pie boy is in so much pain. My little sister, it wasn't him who killed your father, nor Rommy the thief. Beating them won't bring him back." "I know." Arya said sullenly. "But there's one thing you don't know. It shouldn't have turned out that way. That day, I packed up the carriage and was going out of town, and someone brought a kid to me and gave me a bag of coins and a message. He Ask me to ignore the origin of the kid, and then say that Master Ed is going to put on black clothes, and ask me to wait a little longer and take him away. Otherwise, why do you think I would be there? Unexpectedly, something went wrong." "Joffrey did it!" Arya gasped. "Kill that fellow!" "Sooner or later someone will kill, but it won't be me, and it won't be you." Yoren threw the wooden sword back to her. "There are some sour grass in the cart." They walked towards the road. "You get two Chew a piece, it won't hurt so badly." Sourgrass did help, but it was disgusting to chew, and it turned her saliva like blood.Even so, she could only walk for the rest of that day, and the next day, and the day after that, because her thigh was too painful to ride a donkey.It was worse with Hot Pie, Yoren had to move barrels to make room on the wagon for him to lie on sacks of wheat, whimpering whenever the wheels hit rocks.Green-handed Rommy was all right, but he was avoiding Arya, staying away. "Every time you look at him, he trembles all over," Daniel told her.She walked beside his donkey and didn't say a word. It seemed that it was safer not to talk to anyone. That night, she spread a thin blanket on the hard ground and looked at the big red comet in the sky.Comets are beautiful, but also scary.Daniel called the comet "Red Sword" because he said it looked like a fiery red sword just taken out of the forge.Arya tilted her head and saw the shape of the sword, but what she saw was not a newly forged sword, but her father's Valyrian greatsword, rippling ice, blood-red, It was Duke Eddard's blood shed after he was beheaded by Lord Lawrence Ser Ilyn.Yoren had forbidden her to see it when it happened, but when she thought about it, the ice behind her father's death looked like a comet. At last she fell asleep and dreamed of home.The King's Road to the Wall winds past Winterfell, where Yoren promises to release her and keep her true identity secret.She would love to see her mother again, and Robb and Bran and Rickon... but it was Jon Snow she missed most.She wished the road went to the Wall first, and then to Winterfell, so that Jon could mess up her hair and call her, "My little sister."She'd tell him, "I miss you so much," and he'd say the exact same thing at the same time, in one voice, as always.She really wanted this, wanted to want to want to want to want very much.