Bran had no answer for that. The first time he had been sent beyond, all the old stories had come rushing back, and his bowels had turned to water. Two boys close to Arya's age scampered past, splashing through a puddle. Over his shoulder she saw her three handmaids, Jhogo with his little wisp of mustache, and the flat broad face of Mirri Maz Duur.
They set out late that afternoon. Sooner or later it would have turned on your girl the same way the other did on my son. If so, Yoren and his companions were a rude awakening. Robb was looking at her anxiously.
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