Arya was trying to find her horse, but it had bolted in fright. She was partially blinded by tears and ran into a soldier, who punched her out of his way. She fell and barely avoided death, by rolling under a wagon that was partially on fire. Arya crawled on her hands and knees into the bushes. Death was all around her, but so was opportunity. When bodies fell close to where she hid, she searched the man, taking his daggers and looking for a money pouch. Mostly she found nothing, but a few provided her with something. Realizing she had to get out of there and fast, Arya tried to capture a horse. A black beast charged by, dragging it's rider by his stirrup. This one she followed, as it would either stop from exhaustion or the man it dragged would get stuck. The man's body acted like an anchor. Arya went to the man and found he was still alive.

"Help me," he begged.

She smirked and tried to stab him, but the blade wouldn't go through his chain mail. Her eyes narrowed and she slashed his throat. Talking soothingly, she managed to get close enough to the horse to grab it's reins. After unhooking the dead man's foot from the stirrup, she used a pile of bodies to help her mount the horse. Then a good kick to the horse's side and off they shot, leaping over dead men and running away into the night. Fighting and screams chased her, while the thick smell of smoke and death choked Arya's breath. Only when the night became silent and the smell was gone, did she slow the horse to a walk. They both needed to rest, but the moon lit their path, so they walked onward. Eventually the horse stopped on it's own, since Arya was half asleep. The horse put it's head down and began to eat grass, while the girl slept upon it's back.

Meanwhile Gendry waited for his fait. He was much surprised when Davros came back and opened the cell's door.

"Don't just stand their catching flies in your mouth, come quickly," Davros whispered urgently.

Gendry hesitated, "what sort of trick is this?"

"No trick, now hurry boy, before we both get caught. I'm helping you escape."

"Why?"

"Because Stannis is blind and Melisandre will not use you any more. You'll go across the sea and hide in Kings Landing."

"Not there, I'll be killed by gold cloaks." Gendry protested as he took a small food bundle from Davros and helped him push the row boat into the water.

"The best place to hid is where they'd never look. You said they didn't know what you look like right? So are you going to tell them?"

Gendry shook his head, one final protest he spoke. "I can't swim."

"Then don't fall overboard. Now row on out of here before the daylight comes and you're easy to spot," Davros instructed. He watched the boy row, shook his head in disgust and gave instructions. Once satisfied that Gendry wouldn't be rowing in circles, he left, before his deceit was found out.

At first rowing was very new to Gendry, but he picked up a rhythm fairly quickly. He couldn't see what was ahead, but felt he was going in the right direction. He dipped the oars in the water and with powerful strokes, propelled it onward. He was strong and didn't feel any muscle aches until the sun began to set. Since the Red Keep was already in King's Landing region, he just had to row around the peninsula. Gendry pulled the row boat onto shore and tipped it over. He waited underneath it until the beach was dark, then he crawled out and ran for the cover. The shadow of buildings and trees, hid him well. Once inside the city, ally ways provided adequate shelter. He walked until he had to stop for water. He was lost within the city, which meant no one would find him. In the morning he'd look for work. Gendry hoped that Arya was safe.

Unfortunately Arya had a knack for finding danger and she was too stubborn to turn away. After she woke up, her journey had continued and she came upon a camp in early morning. She secured the horse and went in on foot. There were a few men still asleep, two at the fire. The two men ignored her, thinking she was a boy. Instantly her hand rested on the dagger she'd stollen, as her eyes landed on Needle. She recognized Polliver, the man who'd killed Lommy and in turn unknowingly saved Gendry's life. Before either man knew what was happening, she stabbed Polliver repeatedly in the throat, blood squirting into her face. The second man she used a log to knock unconscious. Quickly before the other men could react, she grabbed her sword and bolted for the forest where the horse was. Her planning before entering the camp, became apparent, when she used the tree to get her on the tall horse. The horse was galloping away as the other men were stumbling around trying to arm themselves. Arya smiled, she had her sword back, while learning that the neck was an easy way to kill a man when surprise was on your side. Water became her next priority. Her horse needed it and so did she.

"I probably look like a Wildling, I'm so dirty and covered in blood," Arya said softly to the horse. An ear flicked back and then forward again.

Luck was with Arya, just as it had been with Gendry. She came upon a man, who's cart was broken down. There was nothing she could do to help him, but he offered her some food and told her where there was a little brook. When he started to eye her horse, she became more alert.

"Where'd you steal that horse, boy?"

"I didn't my father gave him to me. His name is Death," Arya said her hand on Needle.

The man laughed, "he is black as death must be. Where are you going?"

"Away from here."

"Want to sell that horse?" The man asked standing up.

"No. Thanks for the food." Arya used the cart to mount and was trotting away, before the man could make a move to take her horse. She found the stream and was startled at her reflection. Washing her face from Polliver's blood, turned the water dark. She moved upstream to drink, holding the reins so the horse could drink too. She wasn't sure who was more thirsty, her or the newly named horse. She watched it eat some of the grass. "Okay Death we need to see if my aunt Lysa Arryn will take us in. She's Lady regent of the Vale. It's up in the mountains. I wonder how she'll react to finding out that her sister is dead."

The horse snorted and then nudged Arya, as if to say it was time to go. They walked until she found a rock to use as a mounting block. Then off they trotted. She couldn't help thinking about Gendry. Every moment she'd been with him, replayed in her mind. Shaking her head, Arya got mad at herself, for thoughts that were so girly. She never wanted to be a silly girl like her sister Sansa, made blind to truth by the attention from a boy. Gendry and Anguy had almost made her forget the path she'd chosen for herself. A list of names, that she needed to dispatch from the land of the living, drove her onward.