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black as
briar. “I said, no fires.”
    â€œLommy’s
hungry,
” Hot Pie whined, “and I am too.”
    â€œWe’re all hungry,” said Arya.
    â€œ
You’re
not,” Lommy spat from the ground. “Worm
breath.”
    Arya could have kicked him in his wound. “I
said
I’d dig worms for
you too, if you wanted.”
    Lommy made a disgusted face. “If it wasn’t for my leg, I’d hunt us some
boars.”
    â€œSome boars,” she mocked. “You need a boarspear to hunt boars, and horses
and dogs, and men to flush the boar from its lair.” Her father had hunted boar
in the wolfswood with Robb and Jon. Once he even took Bran, but never Arya,
even though she was older. Septa Mordane said boar hunting was not for ladies,
and Mother only promised that when she was older she might have her own hawk.
She was older now, but if she had a hawk she’d
eat
it.
    â€œWhat do
you
know about hunting boars?” said Hot Pie.
    â€œMore than you.”
    Gendry was in no mood to hear it. “Quiet, both of you, I need to think what to
do.” He always looked pained when he tried to think, like it hurt him
something fierce.
    â€œYield,” Lommy said.
    â€œI told you to shut up about the yielding. We don’t even

know who’s in there. Maybe we can steal some food.”
    â€œLommy could steal, if it wasn’t for his leg,” said Hot Pie. “He was a thief
in the city.”
    â€œA bad thief,” Arya said, “or he wouldn’t have got caught.”
    Gendry squinted up at the sun. “Evenfall will be the best time to sneak in.
I’ll go scout come dark.”
    â€œNo, I’ll go,” Arya said. “You’re too noisy.”
    Gendry got that look on his face. “We’ll both go.”
    â€œArry should go,” said Lommy. “He’s sneakier than you are.”
    â€œWe’ll
both
go, I said.”
    â€œBut what if you don’t come back? Hot Pie can’t carry me by himself, you know
he can’t . . .”
    â€œAnd there’s wolves,” Hot Pie said. “I heard them last night, when I had the
watch. They sounded close.”
    Arya had heard them too. She’d been asleep in the branches of an elm, but the
howling had woken her. She’d sat awake for a good hour, listening to them,
prickles creeping up her spine.
    â€œAnd you won’t even let us have a fire to keep them off,” Hot Pie said.
“It’s not right, leaving us for the wolves.”
    â€œNo one is leaving you,” Gendry said in disgust. “Lommy has his spear if the
wolves come, and you’ll be with him. We’re just going to go see, that’s all;
we’re coming back.”
    â€œWhoever it is, you should yield to them,” Lommy whined. “I need some potion
for my leg, it hurts bad.”
    â€œIf we see any leg potion, we’ll bring it,” Gendry said. “Arry, let’s go, I
want to get near before the sun is down. Hot

Pie, you keep Weasel here, I don’t want her following.”
    â€œLast time she kicked me.”
    â€œ
I’ll
kick you if you don’t keep her here.” Without waiting for an
answer, Gendry donned his steel helm and walked off.
    Arya had to scamper to keep up. Gendry was five years older and a foot taller
than she was, and long of leg as well. For a while he said nothing, just plowed
on through the trees with an angry look on his face, making too much noise. But
finally he stopped and said, “I think Lommy’s going to die.”
    She was not surprised. Kurz had died of his wound, and he’d been a lot stronger
than Lommy. Whenever it was Arya’s turn to help carry him, she could feel how
warm his skin was, and smell the stink off his leg. “Maybe we could find a
maester . . .”
    â€œYou only find maesters in castles, and even if we found one, he wouldn’t
dirty his hands on the likes of Lommy.” Gendry ducked under a low-hanging
limb.
    â€œThat’s not true.” Maester Luwin would have helped anyone who came to him,
she was certain.
    â€œHe’s going to die, and the sooner he does it, the better for the rest of us.
We should just leave him, like he says. If it was you or me hurt, you know he’d
leave us.” They scrambled down a steep cut and up the other side, using roots
for handholds. “I’m sick of