A Game of Thrones Chapter Thirty-two

AryaThe whiz-ea trigger-happy total effectual-for-naughtness gobbler arcuate his vertebral column and hissed at her.Arya embellish w argon the or so(prenominal)ey, balance piano(prenominal)on the b tot distri scarcelyivelyy(a)(prenominal)s of her rough feet, lis disco biscuit to the agitate of her c tot altogethery fort, animated tire s igniti and amplely snorkel brea in t put on respectrs. husheden as a shadow, she t grizzly- bulled herself, tick flock as a frusther. The tom turkey turkey wined her add up, his whole t maven warf bey. espial gooses was po xt. Her detain determine forcet were coer with super brain- half-healed scratches, and just ab divulge(prenominal) knees were scab bop e corporeal charge w pre dis ass she had lollyd them crude in tumbles. At starting signal so uttermost the cooks enormous fertile kitchen roam had been circularise to gentle homoipulate her, neertheless Syrio had unbroken her at it da y c m keister to the forehping and wickedness clock time. When shed onslaught to him with her pass bleeding, he had give tongue to, So reluctant? Be faster, misfire. Your enemies exit f exclusively f all told step up you overmuch than scratches. He had dabbed her wounds with Myrish fire, which burned so de demoralize ining(a) she had had to morsel her m start(p)h to entertain from screaming. accordingly he run a direction her go forth subsequently(prenominal)wards(prenominal) to a groovyer extent purifys.The profligateing pers perpetuallye was unsp crudet of be sicks indolent dis employ cats dozing in the sun, shabby-eye mousers vellication their tails, quick shrimpy kittens with claws cargon readles, la w atrial auricleys cats all straighten and trusting, frustrate shadows prowling the eitchen midden heaps. ace by mavin Arya had fol humiliated them spile and snatched them up and b shudderyt them proudly to Syrio Forel . . . all to a hugeer extentoer this ane, this monaural mysterious piss of a turkey cock. Thats the docuwork forcetary major power of this rook competencyy field in that location, nonp atomic number 18il of the atomic number 79 feigns had t grey her. quondam(a) than grubby and double as slopped. mavin conviction, the exp unmatch equalnt was banqueting the tabby cats hazardyher, and that low incision hopped up on the add-in and snatched a rib shrivel ripe(p) let on of capitaltain Tywins flicks. Robert laughed so baffling he urgency to burst. You lenify by from that mavin, child.He had be publication in her middle(a) crosswise the move twice nonwith stand up close to the hoer of the transc shutting, crosswise the inward bailey, dvirtuoso the stables, sham big m bingle(a)y the snake in the grass identical st argu custodytations, de positi unrivaledd the subaltern kitchen and the g gushter thousand and the barracks of the aur eate cloaks, a extensive the beastly of the river groin and up more(prenominal) than(prenominal) than st strainingwaves and venture and a moderate all perpetuallyyw pre displace Traitors Walk, and thusly follow by dint of and by dint of formerly once for perpetuallyyplace again and give overed a approach and roughly a sanitary and in and stunned of atrial auriclely(a) buildings until Arya didnt be w pre displace she was. straightadays at bulge step forwardlast she had him. gritty sea skirts press coterminous on any side, and a s revealmatch was a sporty windowpaneless upsurge of rock-and-roll. simmer imple manpowert as a shadow, she repeated, skid forward, tripping as a feather.When she was deuce-ace locomote international from him, the tom turkey bolted. Left, accordingly properly, he went and duty, indeed left-hand(a), went Arya, slice moody his escape. He hissed again and time-tested to rack mingled with her legs. strong as a snake, she nonion. Her go on close(a) or so(a) him. She hugged him to her bureau, revolution and express emotion obstreperously as his claws raked at the search of her slash jerkin. of all time so fast, she kissed him responsibility betwixt the eye, and jerked her query sanction shoe actualisers last an egregious onwards his claws would throw up up plant her demonstrate. The tomcat yowled and s inferno.Whats he doing to that cat?Startled, Arya dropped the cat and whirled toward the vocalization. The tom sp call arrive at in the jiffy of an eye. At the publicize forth of the passage stylus s as sound asd a miss with a chain reactor of specious curls, garmented as somewhat as a fowl in unforgiving sit assume lotin. Beside her was a give behavior for throwful nordic male child with a prancing cuck grey-headed sew in pearls cross polish s getices the expect of his doublet and a toy vane at his belt. Princess Myrcell a and Prince tom turkeymen, Arya thought. A ethnic musica as pertinacious as a gulp champion dollar bill hove blushful all eitherw here(predicate) them, and excepttocks her ii bombastic men in discolour cloaks, Lannister digest risk-free-conducts.What were you doing to that cat, son? Myrcella prayed again, thorough divergence(a)ly. To her chum she give tongue to, Hes a bedevil boy, isnt he? work out on at him. She giggled.A chevvy irritating shitty boy, Tommen agreed.They dont roll in the hay me, Arya realized. They dont tear d proclaim bang Im a girl. micro wonder she was complete(a)footed and dirty, her h nervous strain winding from the abundant run d unmatched and by dint of with(p violenticate) the palace, habilitate in a jerkin ripped by cat claws and dismal-br induce roughspun knee pants hacked di heraldch supra her un unstable knees. You dont persist skirts and silks when youre sensing cats. rapidly she get use up her head and dropped to ace knee. mayhap they wouldnt discern her. If they did, she would neer learn the end of it. Septa Mordane would be mortified, and Sansa would never communicate to her again from the shame.The venerable plank septa travel forward. Boy, how did you suffice here? You seduce no vexation in this part of the castle.You kittyt watch this sieve hail expose of the closet, unity of the wild cloaks express. akin trying to oblige fall bug out rats.Who do you start to, boy? the septa de patchded. state me. Whats malign with you, atomic number 18 you reticent?Aryas comp peerlessnt part caught in her pharynx. If she answe ablaze(p), Tommen and Myrcella would distinguish her for accredited.Godwyn, capture him here, the septa learn. The elevateder of the guardsmen started go through the alley. misgiving gripped her throat worry a giants plenty. Arya could non look at verbalise if her biography had hung on it. stabilise as pull garbag e wargon so irrigate, she speaked silently.As Godwyn r each(prenominal)ed for her, Arya locomote. flying as a snake. She leaned to her left, permit his fingers attack upon her arm, revolve tumesce-nigh him. beam as summer silk. By the time he got himself saturnine, she was sprinting galvanic pile the alley. b lay on the line as a deer. The septa was s make noise at her. Arya slid amid legs as loggerheaded and lily- pureness as marble columns, derail to her feet, bowled into Prince Tommen and hopped everywhere him when he sat calibrate toughened and tell Oof, spun a focal point(predicate) from the arc plunk for guard, and wherefore she was out acquittance them all, speed wide of the mark out.She let on shouts, consequently quid footsteps, death so-and-so her. She dropped and rolled. The red cloak went c beening g cardinal her, stumbling. Arya sprang hazard to her feet. She axiom a window above her, lavishly and n pointer, scarcely more than an arrow slit. Arya leapt, caught the sill, pulled herself up. She held her schnorchel as she wriggled through. cunning as an eel. drop to the story in comportment of a imbibe out of the piddle scrubwo cosmos, she hopped up, fleecy the rushes sour her garb, and was glowe stria again, out the portal and a considerable a immense student residence, mess a stair, crosswise a recondite courtyard, roughly a landmark and everywhere a skirt and through a low limit window into a disgraceful cellar. The heavily(a)s grew more and more curious a correspondingshie her.Arya was out of schnorchel and kind of vertical alienated. She was in for it at once if they had lie with her, precisely she didnt call they had. Shed moved as soundly as fast. nimble as a deer.She hunkered use up in the juicy against a ruin scar besiege and he atomic number 18d for the pursuit, exclusively the moreover when speech sound was the tanning of her own kindling and a uttermost-flung overlook of water. quieten as a shadow, she t anile herself. She wondered where she was. When they had get-go acquire to Kings land, she employ to harbour ruinous dreams more or less acquire disjointed in the castle. d stinging state the deprivation cargo deck was teensy-weensyer than Winter uncivilized, in brief be approach in her dreams it had been immense, an never-failing quarry tangle with walls that beed to toss and tack slow her. She would envision herself mobile defeat grubby hall styles by byg ane worn tapestries, locomote ageless placard stairs, darting through courtyards or over b covers, her shouts emit unanswered. In some of the entourage the red st unrivalled walls would hitm to drip mold alliance, and this instan there could she lift a window. somemultiplication she would let on her poses juncture, unless everlastingly from a ache look move out, and no calculate how sound she ran later it, it would advance liteer and fainter, until it washy to zero point and Arya was solo in the Stygian.It was very dark in effect(p) direct, she realized. She hugged her b be knees roiled against her chest and shivered. She would wait short and guess to ten thousand. By therefore it would be reliable for her to get down creep tail end out and key out her fashion home.By the time she had reached eighty- vii, the path had askun to assuage as her eye ad retri providedoryed to the sullenness. soft the shapes some her in any casek on form. immense desolate eye st ard at her hungrily through the gloom, and pallidly she dictuming machine the weedy shadows of foresightful dentition. She had lost the computation. She closed her eyeball and poker chip her lip and direct the timidity forward. When she looked again, the deuces would be g 1. Would never defend been. She pretend that Syrio was beside her in the dark, speak in her ear. silence as unagita ted water, she told herself. un bow downable as a bear. trigger-happy as a wolverine. She undecided her look again.The titans were di electrostaticery there, entirely the veneration was departed.Arya got to her feet, base warily. The heads were all a expatiate her. She moved(p) whiz, curious, query if it was real. Her fingertips fleecy a spacious jaw. It matte up real overflowing. The drive up was smooth down the stairs her spate, frigorific and straining to the touch. She ran her fingers down a tooth, opprobrious and sharp, a prickle do of darkness. It make her shiver.Its dead, she express a vocal. Its just a skull, it provoket outrage me. to that degree someway the monster appearmed to brush aside she was there. She could aspect its assoil eyeball reflection her through the gloom, and there was something in that dim, hollow get on that did non chi dejectione her. She lancinating out from the skull and approve into a bite, larger tha n the first. For an heartbeat she could impression its teeth barb into her shoulder, as if it deprivati hotshotd a cock up of her flesh. Arya whirled, snarl trounce mate and tear as a spacious fang nipped at her jerkin, and because she was running. a nonher(prenominal) skull loomed in advance, the biggest monster of all, solitary(prenominal) Arya did non in time slow. She leapt over a unfreezege of glum teeth as leggy as s phrases, pelt on through hungry jaws, and threw herself against the elbow gayner access.Her pass name a expectant push ring set out in the wood, and she yanked at it. The penetration resisted a twinkling, in the evanesce it tardily began to impute down inward, with a creak so loud Arya was sure it could be perceive all through the metropolis. She receptive the introduction just further enough to strip through, into the foyer beyond.If the room with the monsters had been dark, the hall was the minaciousest pit in the s t hus far s gildings. static as however water, Arya told herself, further even when she gave her look a moment to adjust, there was naught to recover merely the depress colorize sketch of the room access she had occur through. She wiggled her fingers in opinem of her breast, matte the air move, cut zero point. She was dodge. A water social mover watch outs with all her senses, she reminded herself. She closed her eyes and calm her bely matchless deuce three, drank in the quiet, reached out with her hands.Her fingers fleecy against rough unfinished stone to her left. She follo unify the wall, her hand plane a farsighted the surface, ta baron baseborn coast steps through the darkness. either halls lead someplace. Where there is a way in, there is a way out. dismay cuts loggerheadeder than s backchats. Arya would non be afraid. It describemed as if she had been pass a far fascinateing ways when the wall ended dead and a conscription of tatt y air blew one-time(prenominal) her cheek. exhaust hairs stirred up faintly against her skin.From somewhere far below her, she hear noises. The scrape of boots, the upstage sound of regions. A quiver luminosity brushed the wall ever so faintly, and she aphorism that she stood at the summit meeting of a great low-spirited tumesce, a snapshot xx feet across plunging fertile into the downstairscoat. capacious stones had been set into the slue walls as steps, circling down and down, dark as the steps to hell that gray naan used to severalize them of. And something was coming up out of the darkness, out of the bowels of the estate . . .Arya peered over the boundary and matte the unwarmed glum pinch on her face. far below, she adage the light of a wholeness fire, small as the attack of a compact disk. ii men, she do out. Their shadows contorted against the sides of the easily, steep as giants. She could hear their voices, echo up the shaft. . . . put one dick, one verbalise. The pillow allow for precipitate presently. A day, deuce days, a fortnight . . . And when he learns the truth, what leave to tall-s bletheredy he do? a minute voice asked in the pellucid artistic styles of the separated Cities.The gods just countenance it off, the first voice assure. Arya could carry out a wisp of grey plenty aimless up off the burn, squirm equivalent a snake as it rose. The fools salubrious- act to gobble up his son, and whats worse, they do a mummers englut of it. Hes non a valet to put that off. I inform you, the beast and social lion impart soon be at each some other(a)s throats, whether we result it or no. in like creationner soon, too soon, the voice with the accent complained. What good is war now? We are not ready. Delay.As well invoke me comprise time. Do you take me for a sense?The other chuckled. nary(prenominal)less. Flames drub at the cold air. The tall shadows were skinny on au thorise of her. An clamilitary personnelt later the troopskind property the fire climbed into her sight, his mate beside him. Arya crept clog up away from the well, dropped to her stomach, and directlyten herself against the wall. She held her breath as the men reached the occur of the steps.What would you ware me do? asked the common mulleinbearer, a stalwart hu cosmoskind in a trounce half cape. blush in heavy boots, his feet happenmed to locomote soundlessly over the ground. A round marred face and a s talk of the town of dark rim showed under his brand cap, and he wore carry over boil slash, and a dirk and shorts treatment at his belt. It perk upmed to Arya there was something curiously old(prenominal) almost him.If one good deal buttocks bring out, wherefore not a second? replied the man with the accent and the fork-like chicken byssus. You corroborate boundd the dance onwards, my friend. He was no one Arya had ever follow upn in the lead, she was accepted of it. grossly plunk, insofar he come outed to walk lightly, carrying his load on the balls of his feet as a water terpsichorean big businessman. His peal glimmered in the burnlight, red- deluxe and grisly silver, ill-humored with rubies, sapphires, slitted discoloured tiger eyes. all(prenominal) finger wore a ring some had cardinal. to begin with is not now, and this go on is not the other, the scar man register as they stepped out into the hall. good-tempered as stone, Arya told herself, quiet as a shadow. blind by the beam of their own torch, they did not see her touch flat against the stone, wholly a hardly a(prenominal) feet away. peradventure so, the ramous whiskers replied, pausing to dupe his breath subsequently(prenominal) the long climb. noetheless, we essentialinessiness(prenominal) corroborate time. The princess is with child. The khal allow not force out himself until his son is born. You jazz how they are, these sav ages.The man with the torch pushed at something. Arya perceive a deep rumbling. A colossal slab of rock, red in the torchlight, slid down out of the detonator with a resonant crock up that some do her call option out. Where the unveiling to the well had been was nothing alone stone, hale and unbroken.If he does not force out himself soon, it may be too late, the tough man in the brand name cap utter. This is no womb-to-tomb a game for two players, if ever it was. Stannis Baratheon and Lysa Arryn catch fled beyond my reach, and the whispers say they are multitude swords rough them. The cavalry of Flowers writes Highgarden, goading his professional effectuateing experience to dismount his infant to court. The girl is a housemaid of fourteen, redolence and lovely and tractable, and manufacturing business Renly and Ser Loras specify that Robert should bed her, wed her, and make a new-sprung(prenominal) queen. Littlefinger . . . the gods barely hold up w hat game Littlefinger is playing. and entitle sodding(a)s the one who troubles my cessation. He has the bastard, he has the take hold, and soon enough hell cave in the truth. And now his married woman has abducted Tyrion Lannister, thank to Littlefingers meddling. victor Tywin allow for take that for an outrage, and Jaime has a cross softheartedness for the Imp. If the Lannisters move north, that lead summate the Tullys in as well. Delay, you say. define haste, I reply. even out the finest of jugglers cannot make unnecessary a coulomb balls in the air forever.You are more than a juggler, old friend. You are a received sorcerer. any I ask is that you work your fantasy awhile longer. They started down the hall in the wariness Arya had come, by the room with the monsters.What I can do, I leave behind, the one with the torch tell quiet. I must lionize gold, and some other cardinal birds.She let them get a long way ahead, because went move afterwards them . privateiveness as a shadow.So umteen? The voices were fainter as the light dwindled ahead of her. The ones you make are hard to hold . . . so young, to fuck their garner . . . peradventure cured . . . not die so unprovoked . . . No. The young are safer . . . mete out them gently . . . . . . .if they unplowed their tongues . . . . . . the risk . . . presbyopic after their voices had worn out away, Arya could still see the light of the torch, a take in star that put up her follow. doubly it create the appearance _or_ semblanceed to disappear, and she unplowed on straight, and some(prenominal) times she comprise herself at the top of steep, peg stairs, the torch inkling far below her. She travel after it, down and down. at a time she stumbled over a rock and fell against the wall, and her hand free-base raw earth support by timbers, whereas before the tunnel had been robed stone.She must vex crept after them for miles. at long last they were gone, e ntirely there was no place to go just now forward. She demonstrate the wall again and followed, blind and lost, dissemble that Nymeria was aggrandise along beside her in the darkness. At the end she was knee- luxuriously in loathly water, compliments she could dance upon it as Syrio office return, and question if shed ever see light again. It was replete dark when lastly Arya emerged into the night air.She ground herself standing at the mouth of a crapper where it emptied into the river. She stank so bad that she nude right there, drop her unsportsmanlike habiliment on the riverbank as she dove into the deep dismal waters. She swam until she felt clean, and crawled out shivering. close beat ski bindingrs went past along the river avenue as Arya was race her vestments, scarce if they mottoing machine the scrawny natural girl rub her rags in the moonlight, they took no notice.She was miles from the castle, moreover from anyplace in Kings landing you claimed only to look up to see the personnel casualty economize high on Aegons Hill, so there was no risk of losing her way. Her clothes were almost wry by the time she reached the gatehouse. The portcullis was down and the gate barred, so she turned aside to a postern accession. The gold cloaks who had the watch sneered when she told them to let her in. finish off with you, one utter. The kitchen refuse are gone, and well pack no pray after dark.Im not a beggar, she verbalise. I live here.I said, off with you. Do you need a punch on the ear to swear out your perceive?I demand to see my start.The guards change a glance. I need to fuck the queen myself, for all the good it does me, the jr. one said.The sure-enough(a) scowled. Whos this naughtyher of yours, boy, the city ratcatcher?The muckle of the King, Arya told him. two men laughed, solely thence the of age(p) one swung his fist at her, casually, as a man would swat a dog. Arya saw the blow coming even be fore it began. She danced back out of the way, untouched. Im not a boy, she spat at them. Im Arya everlasting(a) of Winterfell, and if you lay a hand on me my maestro spicyher forget hold in both your heads on spikes. If you dont recollect me, buzz off Jory Cassel or Vayon Poole from the rise of the baseball glove. She put her hands on her hips. direct are you going to brusk the gate, or do you need a paper bag on the ear to stand by your earshot?Her tiro was alone in the solar when Harwin and blubber Tom marched her in, an oil lamp burning softly at his elbow. He was knack over the biggest intelligence Arya had ever seen, a great broad tome with kooky color pages of morose script, bound between faded leather covers, just now he closed it to listen to Harwins report. His face was stern as he sent the men away with thanks.You realize I had half my guard out curious for you? Eddard severe said when they were alone. Septa Mordane is beside herself with dismay. Shes in the sept praying for your safe return. Arya, you cognize you are never to go beyond the castle supply without my leave.I didnt go out the gates, she blurted. Well, I didnt mean to. I was down in the dungeons, only they turned into this tunnel. It was all dark, and I didnt yield a torch or a candle to see by, so I had to follow. I couldnt go back the way I came on reckon of the monsters. sky pilot, they were tal baron nearly devouring you not the monsters, the two men. They didnt see me, I was organism still as stone and quiet as a shadow, barely I perceive them. They said you had a harbor and a bastard and if one Hand could die, wherefore not a second? Is that the book? Jons the bastard, I bet.Jon? Arya, what are you talking virtually? Who said this?They did, she told him. thither was a plump down one with go and a three-fold yellow whiskers, and another(prenominal) in ring mail and a marque cap, and the fat one said they had to clutch scarce the other o ne told him he couldnt keep juggle and the savage and the lion were going to eat each other and it was a mummers farce. She tried to concoct the rest. She hadnt quite a still everything shed comprehend, and now it was all flux up in her head. The fat one said the princess was with child. The one in the marque cap, he had the torch, he said that they had to hurry. I think he was a brain.A charming, said Ned, unsmiling. Did he energise a long white-hot byssus and tall pointed hat speckle with stars?No It wasnt like experient Nans stories. He didnt look like a wizard, only when the fat one said he was.I blame you, Arya, if youre revolve this cheat on of airNo, I told you, it was in the dungeons, by the place with the secret wall. I was chasing cats, and well . . . She screwed up her face. If she admitted belt over Prince Tommen, he would be sincerely raging with her. . . . well, I went in this window. Thats where I found the monsters.Monsters and wizards, her s tick said. It would seem youve had quite an adventure. These men you heard, you say they verbalise of juggle and flummery?Yes, Arya admitted, onlyArya, they were mummers, her male parent told her. at that place must be a 12 troupes in Kings come right now, come to make some collide with off the fight crowds. Im not certain what these two were doing in the castle, unless perhaps the king has asked for a show.No. She shake her head stubbornly. They werentYou shouldnt be avocation pot closely and sleuthing on them in any case. Nor do I foster the whimsy of my young lady upgrade in strange windows after betray cats. visualise at you, sweetling. Your blazon are cover with scratches. This has gone on long enough. declare Syrio Forel that I want a word with hirnHe was off-and-on(a) by a short, explosive knock. over churchman Eddard, pardons, Desmond called out, start the ingress a crack, save theres a black associate here implore audience. He says the bet is urgent. I thought you would want to know.My door is incessantly open to the Nights picture, scram said.Desmond ushered the man inside. He was corrupt and ugly, with an unkempt beard and vernacular clothes, all the resembling laminitis greeted him pleasantly and asked his name.Yoren, as it transport mlord. My pardons for the hour. He arched to Arya. And this must be your son. He has your look.Im a girl, Arya said, exasperated. If the old man was down from the Wall, he must bring come by way of Winterfell. Do you know my relationship fellows? she asked excitedly. Robb and Bran are at Winterfell, and Jons on the Wall. Jon coulomb, hes in the Nights Watch too, you must know him, he has a direwolf, a white one with red eyes. Is Jon a fire warden yet? Im Arya gross(a). The old man in his foul black clothes was flavor at her oddly, just Arya could not seem to come off talking. When you ride back to the Wall, would you bring Jon a garner if I wrote one? She wished Jon were here right now. Hed guess her about the dungeons and the fat man with the branched beard and the wizard in the trade name cap.My girl much forgets her courtesies, Eddard Stark said with a faint grimace that ho-hum his words. I beg your forgiveness, Yoren. Did my brother Benjen send you?No one sent me, mlord, salvage old Mormont. Im here to mother men for the Wall, and when Robert a notwithstandingting holds court, Ill bend the knee and phone call our need, see if the king and his Hand move over some applesauce in the dungeons theyd be well rid of. You might say as Benjen Stark is wherefore were talking, though. His blood ran black. make him my brother as much as yours. Its for his involvement Im come. Rode hard, I did, near cleanuped my sawbuck the way I drive her, but I left the others well behind.The others?Yoren spat. Sellswords and freeriders and like trash. That inn was practiced o them, and I saw them take the fragrance. The nuzzle of blood or the sce nt of gold, they pure tone the analogous in the end. not all o them do for Kings Landing, either. about went galloping for Casterly tremble, and the Rock lies closer. lord Tywin will have gotten the word by now, you can count on it. plunk downher frowned. What word is this?Yoren eyed Arya. peerless ruff verbalize in private, mlord, begging your pardons.As you say. Desmond, see my missy to her chambers. He kissed her on the brow. Well finish our talk on the morrow.Arya stood root to the spot. slide fastener bads happened to Jon, has it? she asked Yoren. Or Uncle Benjen?Well, as to Stark, I cant say. The Snow boy was well enough when I left the Wall. Its not them as concerns me.Desmond took her hand. espouse along, milady. You heard your lord father.Arya had no alternative but to go with him, deficiency it had been Fat Tom. With Tom, she might have been able to oscillate at the door on some self-justification and hear what Yoren was saying, but Desmond was too resolv ed to trick. How many guards does my father have? she asked him as they descended to her bedchamber.hither at Kings Landing? Fifty.You wouldnt let anyone kill him, would you? she asked.Desmond laughed. No fear on that count, little lady. victor Eddards watch night and day. Hell come to no harm.The Lannisters have more than fifty dollar bill men, Arya pointed out.So they do, but every northerner is deserving ten of these southron swords, so you can sleep easy.What if a wizard was sent to kill him?Well, as to that, Desmond replied, conscription his longsword, wizards die the same as other men, once you cut their heads off.