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Polliver and Raff and all.” She told them about the village by the Gods Eye where she and Gendry had been

caught, and the questions that the Tickler had asked. “Is there gold hidden in the village?” he would always begin. “Silver, gems? Is there food? Where is Lord

Beric? Which of you village folk helped him? Where did he go? How many men did he have with him? How many knights? How many bowmen? How many were horsed? How are

they armed? How many wounded? Where did they go, did you say?” just thinking of it, she could hear the shrieks again, and smell the stench of blood and shit and

burning flesh. “He always asked the same questions,” she told the outlaws solemnly, “but he changed the tickling every day.”  “No child should be made to suffer

that,” Harwin said when she was done. “The Mountain lost half his men at the Stone Mill, we hear. Might be this Tickler’s floating down the Red Fork even now, with

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king’s justice to Gregor Clegane, and that’s how he means for it to end.” He gave her shoulder a reassuring pat. “You best mount up, milady. It’s a long day’s

ride to Acorn Hall, but at the end of it we’ll have a roof above our heads and a hot supper in our bellies.”  It was a long day’s ride, but as dusk was settling

they forded a brook and came up on Acorn Hall, with its stone curtain walls . Its master was away fighting in the retinue of his master, Lord

Vance, the castle gates closed and barred in his absence. But his lady wife was an old friend of Tom Sevenstrings, and Anguy said they’d once been lovers. Anguy

often rode beside her; he was closer to her in age than any of them but Gendry, and he told her droll tales of the Dornish Marches. He never fooled her, though. He’

s not my friend. He’s only staying close to watch me and make sure I don’t ride off again. Well, Arya could watch as well. Syrio Forel had taught her how.  Lady

Smallwood welcomed the outlaws kindly enough, though she gave them a tongue lashing for dragging a young girl through the war. She became even more wroth when Lem

let slip that Arya was highborn. “Who dressed the poor child in those Bolton rags?”