Instead she went after Edwyn Frey. That night she went to sleep thinking of her mother, and wondering if sheshould kill the Hound in his sleep and rescue Lady Catelyn herself. Through the grey haze of rain Arya could make out a tall stonepillar on the far shore that surely marked the fe Tyrion was staring at his nephew with his mismatched eyes.
I have no more wish tosuffer Walder Frey's insults and complaints than you do, Brother, but I seelittle choice here. Let me get downa bit, and come after. This Bowen Marsh fears Lord Mormont slain, with all his strength. The lucky ones might be able to buy a heel of stale bread tonight.
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