Chapter 41JONThe ground was littered with pine needles and blown leaves, a carpet of greenand brown still damp from the recent rains. Arya left the trail, leapt a rotten log andsplashed across a streambed, ignoring the shouts of the outlaws behind her. Outsidethe day was grey and rainy, but the prospect was still more cheerful than his. It's just a different way of calling me a coward, he said,standing on his left leg and wriggling back into his muddy boot.
That boy Ned said. The last light of the setting sun was in his eyes as he clambered overthe mossy hummocks that were all that remained of the keep. What house is this? No house. My Westeros.
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