I told him, but he wouldn't listen. Feel with your skin. He took a step backward, raised his own wooden blade. He flashed a mocking grin.
Stay away! he commanded, his voice gone shrill. Do you have any more to say? he asked her. She glanced behind her at the heart tree, the pale bark and red eyes, watching, listening, thinking its long slow thoughts. Wary but excited, Arya checked the hall.
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