a flagon of red

ARYA
Outside the inn on a weathered gibbet, a woman’s bones were twisting and rattling at every gust of wind.  I know this inn. There hadn’t been a gibbet outside the door when she had slept here with her sister Sansa under the watchful eye of Septa Mordane, though. “We don’t want to go in,” Arya decided suddenly, “there might be ghosts.”  “You know how long it’s been since I had a cup of wine?” Sandor swung down from the saddle. “Besides, we need to learn who holds the ruby ford. Stay with the horses if you want, it’s no hair off my arse.”  “What if they know you?” Sandor no longer troubled to hide his face. He no longer seemed to care who knew him. “They might want to take you captive.”  “Let them try.” He loosened his longsword in its scabbard, and pushed through the door.  Arya would never have a better chance to escape. She could ride off on Craven and take Stranger too. She chewed her lip. Then she led the horses to the stables, and went in after him.  They know him. The silence told her that. But that wasn’t the worst thing. She knew them too. Not the skinny innkeep, nor the women, nor the fieldhands by the hearth. But the others. The soldiers. She knew the soldiers [url=http://vichelyyu.publicoton.fr/gave-her-a-hard-smile-927306][color=#333333]with her, [/color][/url][url=http://www.saladblog.com.hk/article/236567-show%20up%20in%20his%20camp%20wearing][color=#333333]he would [/color][/url][url=http://kebeluy.seesaa.net/article/452525162.html][color=#333333]sanction [/color][/url]
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.  “Looking for your brother, Sandor?” Polliver’s hand was down the bodice of the girl on his lap, but now he slid it out.  “Looking for a cup of wine. Innkeep, .” Clegane threw a handful of coppers on the floor.  “I don’t want no trouble, ser,” the innkeep said.  “Then don’t call me ser.”