Arya looked at Gendry. “It’s time, Naomi. The ravenswere cawing noisily, and Chett could hear his dogs baying. In a way, it is a primitive device for emotional control in itself.
Chapter 3ARYAThe sky was as black as the walls of Harrenhal behind them, and the rain fellsoft and steady, muffling the sound of their horses' hooves and running downtheir faces. Then do so. The queen's kin, them in chief. Tell her it is well she came to Astapor, then.
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