And Arya was lost after she heard what had happened to her butcher's boy. He made an impatient gesture. The smell made his mouth water. Bran's cloak billowed out, rippling in the wind, and the snow seemed to rush at his face.
Hallis Mollen went before them through the gate, carrying the rippling white banner of House Stark atop a high standard of grey ash. The bazaar had been full of running children and men shouting, but elsewhere she had seen only a few eunuchs going about their business. His eyes were closed in pain, his breath ragged. He wondered if the knights had given them a choice.
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