Arya was pretty sure that some of the other men were killers too, the three in the manacles for sure , but the queen wasn’t looking for them, so it wasn’t the same.  “Look at him,” brayed Lommy Greenhands. “I bet he’s going to cry now. You want to cry, Lumpyhead website promotion agency?”

 She had cried in her sleep the night before, dreaming of her father. Come morning, she’d woken red-eyed and dry, and could not have shed another tear if her life had hung on it.  “He’s going to wet his pants,” Hot Pie suggested.  “Leave him be,” said the boy with the shaggy black hair who rode behind them. Lommy had named him the Bull, on account of this horned helm he had that he polished all the time but  never wore. Lommy didn’t dare mock the Bull. He was older, and big for his age, with a broad chest and strong-looking arms.  “You better give Hot Pie the sword, Arry,”

Lommy said. “Hot Pie wants it bad . . He’ll do the same to you, I bet.”  “I knocked him down and I kicked him in the balls, and I kept kicking him there until he was dead,” Hot Pie boasted. “I kicked him all to pieces. His balls were broke open and bloody and his cock turned black. You better gimme the sword.”

 Arya slid her practice sword from her belt. “You can have this one,” she told Hot Pie, not wanting to fight.  “That’s just some stick.” He rode nearer and tried to reach over for Needle’s hilt Advanced practicing nurses.  

Arya made the stick whistle as she laid the wood across his donkey’s hindquarters. The animal hawed and bucked, dumping Hot Pie on the ground. She vaulted off her own donkey and poked him in the gut as he tried to get up and he sat back down with a grunt. Then she whacked him across the face and his nose made a crack like a branch breaking.

Blood dribbled from his nostrils. When Hot Pie began to wail, Arya whirled toward Lommy Greenhands, who was sitting on his donkey openmouthed. “You want some sword too?” she yelled , but he didn’t. He raised dyed green hands in front of his face and squealed at her to get away. The Bull shouted, “Behind you,” and Arya spun. Hot Pie was on his knees, his fist closing around a big jagged rock perlane.