"The log." Arya said picking the grass.

"That way." Myrcella said pointing to her left.

"How far?"

"Six feet."

"And the creek?"

"Inches beyond that."

"What about me?"

"Two feet before me."

"Good. So let's practice your marksmanship." Arya said staring up with a bow and arrow. She hit a tree. "Split the arrow." Arya said.

Myrcella had to listen to where the arrow hit. She took the bow and an arrow and aimed and loosed then heard the first arrow split and splinter.

"Again."

"Someone's out there." Myrcella stopped and listened. There were foot steps around them. Arya drew Needle as Myrcella bent down. She set down the bow and arrow and picked up her sword and dagger they had previously stolen off from a dead man. The twigs cracked.

All at once swords clashed a man a man half daft smashed his own head into a tree. Myrcella and Arya twirled around them with their back's to each other slashing open a couple more men who fell dead into the stream.

"Lovely."Arya commented looking at the blood stained water running down stream.

"Wash your face." Arya said to Myrcella guiding her to a clearing just upstream from the blood.

"Do they have any banners or sigils?" Myrcella asked.

"Let me check." Arya said. "A sun with a spear through it. That's the stupidest sigil ever.

"Sunspear? They're Martells. Of Dorne." Myrcella said.

"Do you remember everything your septa taught you?"

"I had to."

"Of course."

"Do you think they were looking for you?"

"Probably. But I can't trust anyone after what Darkstar tried to do to me. Princess Arianne should have chosen her companions more carefully." Myrcella sighed looking at the bodies.

"Let's start walking before people noticed the bloodstained river and come snooping." Myrcella suggested walking away from the puddles listening to the echoes and sounds of the birds and stream moving slowly but steady to make sure she didn't fall.

"You learned fast." Arya commented after a while. Myrcella was learning fast. She was already to walk blind as easily as if she could see. "And it's not even like you're in a castle or a temple. The world is always changing so they're a nothing to memorize. No stair steps or anything."

"We're you ever blind?" Myrcella asked curiously as she stepped up and walked along balancing on a log with her eyes closed. She saw no use to them open if they needn't be.

"Yes."

"Where?" Myrcella asked.

Arya said nothing.

"Is it where you learned to change your face? As easily as a man changes name?" Myrcella asked.

"I'm going to have to hit you again if you don't stop talking." Arya growled getting irritated. No. I cannot reveal my secrets.

"Try me." Myrcella said jumping off the log landing in front of Arya. They clashed swords and then chased each other.

Myrcella heard the whip of Needle trying to strike her and deflected everything. She studied the stance.

"I may not be a swordsman but it seems you're doing a water dance." Myrcella commented.

"How would you know the difference between a water dance and a sword fighting stance? I never thought your mother would never-"

"She didn't. Tommen taught me. He didn't like sword fighting."

"That fat little boy?"

"That fat little boy is the current King of Westeros."

"I have no king." Arya replied.

"Spoken like someone from the Free Cities." Myrcella said. "Could it be you trained in Braavos?" Myrcella asked.

Arya twisted Myrcella's arm with a sickening crack then held her close.

Myrcella cried out in pain as the shoulder joint temporarily was displaced.

"Yes I was trained in Bravos in the House of Black and White. I am sworn to never leave unless I carry out certain tasks for Him of Many Faces. Valar Morghulis." Arya whispered dangerously in the Princess's ear.

"Valar Dohaeris-" Myrcella replied automatically.

"How do you know?"

"You talk in your sleep." Myrcella managed to say through seething teeth. Arya snapped the princess's arm back into place. The princess left her arm limp feeling too much pain to move it.

"Don't ask any more questions or I'll have to kill you." Arya growled dangerously.