Sandor Clegane snorted. "Pretty thing, and such a bad liar. A dog can smell a lie, you know. Look around you, and take a good whiff. They"re all liars here . . . and every one better than you."
ARYA.
When she climbed all the way up to the highest branch, Arya could see chimneys poking through the trees. Thatched roofs cl.u.s.tered along the sh.o.r.e of the lake and the small stream that emptied into it, and a wooden pier jutted out into the water beside a low long building with a slate roof.
She skinnied farther out, until the branch began to sag under her weight. No boats were tied to the pier, but she could see thin tendrils of smoke rising from some of the chimneys, and part of a wagon jutting out behind a stable.
Someone"s there. Arya chewed her lip. All the other places they"d come upon had been empty and desolate. Farms, villages, castles, septs, barns, it made no matter. If it could burn, the Lannisters had burned it; if it could die, they"d killed it. They had even set the woods ablaze where they could, though the leaves were still green and wet from recent rains, and the fires had not spread. "They would have burned the lake if they could have," Gendry had said, and Arya knew he was right. On the night of their escape, the flames of the burning town had shimmered so brightly on the water that it had seemed that the lake was afire.
When they finally summoned the nerve to steal back into the ruins the next night, nothing remained but blackened stones, the hollow sh.e.l.ls of houses, and corpses. In some places wisps of pale smoke still rose from the ashes. Hot Pie had pleaded with them not to go back, and Lommy called them fools and swore that Ser Amory would catch them and kill them too, but Lorch and his men had long gone by the time they reached the holdfast. They found the gates broken down, the walls partly demolished, and the inside strewn with the unburied dead. One look was enough for Gendry. "They"re killed, every one," he said. "And dogs have been at them too, look."
"Or wolves."
"Dogs, wolves, it makes no matter. It"s done here."
But Arya would not leave until they found Yoren. They couldn"t have killed him, she told herself, he was too hard and tough, and a brother of the Night"s Watch besides. She said as much to Gendry as they searched among the corpses.
The axe blow that had killed him had split his skull apart, but the great tangled beard could be no one else"s, or the garb, patched and unwashed and so faded it was more grey than black. Ser Amory Lorch had given no more thought to burying his own dead than to those he had murdered, and the corpses of four Lannister men-at-arms were heaped near Yoren"s. Arya wondered how many it had taken to bring him down.
He was going to take me home, she thought as they dug the old man"s hole. There were too many dead to bury them all, but Yoren at least must have a grave, Arya had insisted. He was going to bring me safe to Winterfell, he promised. Part of her wanted to cry. The other part wanted to kick him.
It was Gendry who thought of the lord"s towerhouse and the three that Yoren had sent to hold it. They had come under attack as well, but the round tower had only one entry, a second-story door reached by a ladder. Once that had been pulled inside, Ser Amory"s men could not get at them. The Lannisters had piled brush around the tower"s base and set it afire, but the stone would not burn, and Lorch did not have the patience to starve them out. Cutjack opened the door at Gendry"s shout, and when Kurz said they"d be better pressing on north than going back, Arya had clung to the hope that she still might reach Winterfell.
Well, this village was no Winterfell, but those thatched roofs promised warmth and shelter and maybe even food, if they were bold enough to risk them. Unless it"s Lorch there. He had horses; he would have traveled faster than us.
She watched from the tree for a long time, hoping she might see something; a man, a horse, a banner, anything that would help her know. A few times she glimpsed motion, but the buildings were so far off it was hard to be certain. Once, very clearly, she heard the whinny of a horse.
The air was full of birds, crows mostly. From afar, they were no larger than flies as they wheeled and flapped above the thatched roofs. To the east, G.o.ds Eye was a sheet of sun-hammered blue that filled half the world. Some days, as they made their slow way up the muddy sh.o.r.e (Gendry wanted no part of any roads, and even Hot Pie and Lommy saw the sense in that), Arya felt as though the lake were calling her. She wanted to leap into those placid blue waters, to feel clean again, to swim and splash and bask in the sun. But she dare not take off her clothes where the others could see, not even to wash them. At the end of the day she would often sit on a rock and dangle her feet in the cool water. She had finally thrown away her cracked and rotted shoes. Walking barefoot was hard at first, but the blisters had finally broken, the cuts had healed, and her soles had turned to leather. The mud was nice between her toes, and she liked to feel the earth underfoot when she walked.
From up here, she could see a small wooded island off to the northeast. Thirty yards from sh.o.r.e, three black swans were gliding over the water, so serene . . . no one had told them that war had come, and they cared nothing for burning towns and butchered men. She stared at them with yearning. Part of her wanted to be a swan. The other part wanted to eat one. She had broken her fast on some acorn paste and a handful of bugs. Bugs weren"t so bad when you got used to them. Worms were worse, but still not as bad as the pain in your belly after days without food. Finding bugs was easy, all you had to do was kick over a rock. Arya had eaten a bug once when she was little, just to make Sansa screech, so she hadn"t been afraid to eat another. Weasel wasn"t either, but Hot Pie retched up the beetle he tried to swallow, and Lommy and Gendry wouldn"t even try. Yesterday Gendry had caught a frog and shared it with Lommy, and, a few days before, Hot Pie had found blackberries and stripped the bush bare, but mostly they had been living on water and acorns. Kurz had told them how to use rocks and make a kind of acorn paste. It tasted awful.
She wished the poacher hadn"t died. He"d known more about the woods than all the rest of them together, but he"d taken an arrow through the shoulder pulling in the ladder at the towerhouse. Tarber had packed it with mud and moss from the lake, and for a day or two Kurz swore the wound was nothing, even though the flesh of his throat was turning dark while angry red welts crept up his jaw and down his chest. Then one morning he couldn"t find the strength to get up, and by the next he was dead.
They buried him under a mound of stones, and Cutjack had claimed his sword and hunting horn, while Tarber helped himself to bow and boots and knife. They"d taken it all when they left. At first they thought the two had just gone hunting, that they"d soon return with game and feed them all. But they waited and waited, until finally Gendry made them move on. Maybe Tarber and Cutjack figured they would stand a better chance without a gaggle of orphan boys to herd along. They probably would too, but that didn"t stop her hating them for leaving.
Beneath her tree, Hot Pie barked like a dog. Kurz had told them to use animal sounds to signal to each other. An old poacher"s trick, he"d said, but he"d died before he could teach them how to make the sounds right. Hot Pie"s bird calls were awful. His dog was better, but not much.
Arya hopped from the high branch to one beneath it, her hands out for balance. A water dancer never falls. Lightfoot, her toes curled tight around the branch, she walked a few feet, hopped down to a larger limb, then swung hand over hand through the tangle of leaves until she reached the trunk. The bark was rough beneath her fingers, against her toes. She descended quickly, jumping down the final six feet, rolling when she landed.
Gendry gave her a hand to pull her up. "You were up there a long time. What could you see?"
"A fishing village, just a little place, north along the sh.o.r.e. Twenty-six thatch roofs and one slate, I counted. I saw part of a wagon. Someone"s there."
At the sound of her voice, Weasel came creeping out from the bushes. Lommy had named her that. He said she looked like a weasel, which wasn"t true, but they couldn"t keep on calling her the crying girl after she finally stopped crying. Her mouth was filthy. Arya hoped she hadn"t been eating mud again.
"Did you see people?" asked Gendry.
"Mostly just roofs," Arya admitted, "but some chimneys were smoking, and I heard a horse." The Weasel put her arms around her leg, clutching tight. Sometimes she did that now.
"If there"s people, there"s food," Hot Pie said, too loudly. Gendry was always telling him to be more quiet, but it never did any good. "Might be they"d give us some."
"Might be they"d kill us too," Gendry said.
"Not if we yielded," Hot Pie said hopefully.
"Now you sound like Lommy."
Lommy Greenhands sat propped up between two thick roots at the foot of an oak. A spear had taken him through his left calf during the fight at the holdfast. By the end of the next day, he had to limp along one-legged with an arm around Gendry, and now he couldn"t even do that. They"d hacked branches off trees to make a litter for him, but it was slow, hard work carrying him along, and he whimpered every time they jounced him.
"We have to yield," he said. "That"s what Yoren should have done. He should have opened the gates like they said."
Arya was sick of Lommy going on about how Yoren should have yielded. It was all he talked about when they carried him, that and his leg and his empty belly.
Hot Pie agreed. "They told Yoren to open the gates, they told him in the king"s name. You have to do what they tell you in the king"s name. It was that stinky old man"s fault. If he"d of yielded, they would have left us be."
Gendry frowned. "Knights and lordlings, they take each other captive and pay ransoms, but they don"t care if the likes of you yield or not." He turned to Arya. "What else did you see?"
"If it"s a fishing village, they"d sell us fish, I bet," said Hot Pie. The lake teemed with fresh fish, but they had nothing to catch them with. Arya had tried to use her hands, the way she"d seen Koss do, but fish were quicker than pigeons and the water played tricks on her eyes.
"I don"t know about fish." Arya tugged at the Weasel"s matted hair, thinking it might be best to hack it off. "There"s crows down by the water. Something"s dead there."
"Fish, washed up on sh.o.r.e," Hot Pie said. "If the crows eat it, I bet we could."
"We should catch some crows, we could eat them," said Lommy. "We could make a fire and roast them like chickens."
Gendry looked fierce when he scowled. His beard had grown in thick and black as briar. "I said, no fires."
"Lommy"s hungry," Hot Pie whined, "and I am too."
"We"re all hungry," said Arya.
"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."
"Some 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.
"What do you know about hunting boars?" said Hot Pie.
"More 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.
"Yield," Lommy said.
"I told you to shut up about the yielding. We don"t even know who"s in there. Maybe we can steal some food."
"Lommy could steal, if it wasn"t for his leg," said Hot Pie. "He was a thief in the city."
"A 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."
"No, I"ll go," Arya said. "You"re too noisy."
Gendry got that look on his face. "We"ll both go."
"Arry should go," said Lommy. "He"s sneakier than you are."
"We"ll both go, I said."
"But what if you don"t come back? Hot Pie can"t carry me by himself, you know he can"t . . ."
"And 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, p.r.i.c.kles creeping up her spine.
"And 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."
"No 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."
"Whoever it is, you should yield to them," Lommy whined. "I need some potion for my leg, it hurts bad."
"If 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."
"Last time she kicked me."
"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 . . ."
"You 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.
"That"s not true." Maester Luwin would have helped anyone who came to him, she was certain.
"He"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 carrying him, and I"m sick of all his talk about yielding too. If he could stand up, I"d knock his teeth in. Lommy"s no use to anyone. That crying girl"s no use either."
"You leave Weasel alone, she"s just scared and hungry is all." Arya glanced back, but the girl was not following for once. Hot Pie must have grabbed her, like Gendry had told him.
"She"s no use," Gendry repeated stubbornly. "Her and Hot Pie and Lommy, they"re slowing us down, and they"re going to get us killed. You"re the only one of the bunch who"s good for anything. Even if you are a girl."
Arya froze in her steps. "I"m not a girl!"
"Yes you are. Do you think I"m as stupid as they are?"
"No, you"re stupider. The Night"s Watch doesn"t take girls, everyone knows that."
"That"s true. I don"t know why Yoren brought you, but he must have had some reason. You"re still a girl."
"I am not!"
"Then pull out your c.o.c.k and take a p.i.s.s. Go on."
"I don"t need to take a p.i.s.s. If I wanted to I could."
"Liar. You can"t take out your c.o.c.k because you don"t have one. I never noticed before when there were thirty of us, but you always go off in the woods to make your water. You don"t see Hot Pie doing that, nor me neither. If you"re not a girl, you must be some eunuch."
"You"re the eunuch."
"You know I"m not." Gendry smiled. "You want me to take out my c.o.c.k and prove it? I don"t have anything to hide."
"Yes you do," Arya blurted, desperate to escape the subject of the c.o.c.k she didn"t have. "Those gold cloaks were after you at the inn, and you won"t tell us why."
"I wish I knew. I think Yoren knew, but he never told me. Why did you think they were after you, though?"
Arya bit her lip. She remembered what Yoren had said, the day he had hacked off her hair. This lot, half o" them would turn you over to the queen quick as spit for a pardon and maybe a few silvers. The other half"d do the same, only they"d rape you first. Only Gendry was different, the queen wanted him too. "I"ll tell you if you"ll tell me," she said warily.
"I would if I knew, Arry . . . is that really what you"re called, or do you have some girl"s name?"
Arya glared at the gnarled root by her feet. She realized that the pretense was done. Gendry knew, and she had nothing in her pants to convince him otherwise. She could draw Needle and kill him where he stood, or else trust him. She wasn"t certain she"d be able to kill him, even if she tried; he had his own sword, and he was a lot stronger. All that was left was the truth. "Lommy and Hot Pie can"t know," she said.
"They won"t," he swore. "Not from me."
"Arya." She raised her eyes to his. "My name is Arya. Of House Stark."
"Of House . . ." It took him a moment before he said, "The King"s Hand was named Stark. The one they killed for a traitor."
"He was never a traitor. He was my father."
Gendry"s eyes widened. "So that"s why you thought . . ."
She nodded. "Yoren was taking me home to Winterfell."
"I . . . you"re highborn then, a . . . you"ll be a lady . . ."
Arya looked down at her ragged clothes and bare feet, all cracked and callused. She saw the dirt under her nails, the scabs on her elbows, the scratches on her hands. Septa Mordane wouldn"t even know me, I bet. Sansa might, but she"d pretend not to. "My mother"s a lady, and my sister, but I never was."
"Yes you were. You were a lord"s daughter and you lived in a castle, didn"t you? And you . . . G.o.ds be good, I never . . ." All of a sudden Gendry seemed uncertain, almost afraid. "All that about c.o.c.ks, I never should have said that. And I been p.i.s.sing in front of you and everything, I . . . I beg your pardon, m"lady."
"Stop that!" Arya hissed. Was he mocking her?
"I know my courtesies, m"lady," Gendry said, stubborn as ever. "Whenever highborn girls came into the shop with their fathers, my master told me I was to bend the knee, and speak only when they spoke to me, and call them m"lady."
"If you start calling me m"lady, even Hot Pie is going to notice. And you better keep on p.i.s.sing the same way too."