Meg was washing a corpse.

The dead man had been killed by one of the Faceless Men, she supposed. After she was through cleaning, two of the Faceless Men came and took the corpse away. They carried it through a door, which Meg had never been allowed to enter.

She had no idea how many Faceless Men there were. She had never seen more than two or three at a time, but since they could change their faces, she had no way of knowing whether it was the same three, or a bunch of different ones coming and going.

The two guys who had taken the corpse through the door came out again and walked out of the temple. Meg was dying to see what was in that room. She was about to go through herself and check it out when Mask the otter came out and blocked her way. "A girl is not yet ready to see what's in there," he said. He latched the door shut.

"I want to know what happens to all the bodies I scrub clean," Meg pressed.

"Who are you?" Mask demanded of her.

"A girl is no one," said Meg, thinking this the expected response.

Mask shook his head. "A girl is a really bad liar."

As he turned to go, Meg called out, "Who are YOU?"

This time, instead of saying "No one," Mask launched into a big long story. "I used to live on the shores of Mossflower with my wife and daughter, but one day they were murdered by sea raiding vermin. I went after the pirates, but I got captured by them and was forced to work as a slave on their ship. One of the other prisoners aboard the ship was a Faceless Man. He fell overboard one day and I saved him. He repaid me by helping me kill all the pirates. Afterward, we took control of the ship and sailed to Bravos. He took me here to the House of Black and White, and I've been a Faceless Man ever since."

"Wow," said Meg. "That's a little like my story."

"Yeah, none of what I just said is true," said Mask. "An otter was pulling a girl's leg."

Meg was pissed. "Why'd you lie to me?"

"To show a girl that, in order to become no one, she must learn how to lie convincingly."

"I can lie," Meg insisted.

"Okay, so how did you come to be here?" Mask asked, humoring her.

"I was the daughter of a lord of Westeros," Meg said. "My father was killed in battle."

He slapped her. Maybe he was trying to be gentle, but he forgot about his claws, which raked Meg's face. "You lie," he whispered.

"Okay, he wasn't killed in battle," Meg admitted. "He was executed in King's Landing. After he was executed, I fled the capital. I had to kill a stable boy. I drove a sword through his back."

He slapped her.

"Okay, really I just took off my shirt and exposed him to my gross boobs, and that was what killed him," she said. "So, after I got out of King's Landin' I met up with you, but you know that part. Then I tried to find my mother and brother, but by the time I got to them they were dead. An outlaw kidnapped me. A man called Polliver."

He slapped her.

"A man called the Hound," Meg corrected herself. "Sandor Clegane. He tried to sell me but was wounded in a fight. He begged me to kill him. I wouldn't. I left him to die. I hated him."

He slapped her.

This time Meg was confused. She thought everything she had just said was true. "I hated him," she repeated.

He slapped her again and almost knocked her down this time.

"That wasn't a lie!" Meg shouted.

"Yeah, I can't actually tell when you're lying," Mask confessed. "I was just slapping you at random."

"So, if you can't tell when I'm lying, does that mean I'm ready to be no one?" she asked.

When Mask spoke this time, his tone was gentler. "A girl is not yet ready to be no one. But she is ready to become someone else."