Chapter 52ARYA The feast tents were behind them now. The eunuch ate Brown Ben's plum in fourbig bites and tossed aside the stone. Whitetree was on the maps he'd drawn, on their way north. He is no one's should he die.
Sheheard him shout as he stumbled over the side. Arya knew she was being mocked. That's no good, thering's too small. The fifth man was a stranger tohim, this Osmund Kettleblack.
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