CHAPTER 13

Celia was watching the people around her in the brothel. A man and a woman are having sex. The woman is shrieking loudly. A whore named Roz is running Petyr Baelish's brothel and is training whores.

She says, "No, no, no, no. Do you have any idea how ridiculous you sound? Ease into it. Slowly, with passion."

The man and woman go back to having sex, this time with the woman slowly moaning.

Roz said, fed up and sighing, "Go wash yourselves. Put some clothes on. Both of you are working tonight." Roz walks with a new whore Daisy through the brothel as Celia follows them.

Roz said seriously, "We do things differently here, Daisy. This isn't some five-copper bawdy house in Hayseed Hall."

Daisy asked puzzled, "Hayseed Hall?"

Roz waved her hand and said, "Wherever you're from. Our establishment doesn't cater to ploughmen and goat herders. Lord Olsen. Taste is everything here." She nods to a man walking past.

Daisy said naively, "Littlefinger's a fancy man."

Roz warned her, "Don't call him Littlefinger, he doesn't like it. Lord Baelish."

As they enter a new room, a prostitute and two men with her get up to leave.

Roz whispered pointing out the prostitute, "She pretends she doesn't speak the common tongue so that people will think she's exotic. She grew up just down the road in flea bottom."

Daisy said, stunned, "She's beautiful."

Roz said chuckling, "She's a dumb slut, really, but a lid for every pot. Lord Commander. Good to see you, again."

Celia notices Janos Stynt entering the room. Janos is followed by a number of gold cloaks, some of whom are dragging along a prisoner. He tells them to search. Some leave to search other rooms.

Roz said, "You do realize this establishment is owned by Lord Petyr Baelish, the King's Master of Coin? Coin which goes in many pockets?"

Janos said, "Orders."

Roz asked curiously, "Whose orders?"

Janos said nastily, "Someone who doesn't care what Littlefinger thinks."

A prostitute shouts, "No, you can't!"

Some gold cloaks force a prostitute named Mhaegan and her baby, Barra, into the room. She begins crying. The prisoner looks at the child Barra, and back to Janos. He then nods. A gold cloak lets go of the prisoner and takes the child from Mhaegan.

The prostitute screams, "No! Please! No! Not my Barra! Please. Please."

The gold cloak holds a knife to the baby's throat, hesitantly. Throughout the whole ordeal, Mhaegan continues begging for Barra's life.

Janos hatefully says, "Enough. Get it done. Kill the bastard." The soldier hesitates. After a moment, Janos takes out a knife and grabs the baby. Celia can't believe what a horrible person he is and wished on her one a day necklace , that Janos Stynt would die of the bloody flux.

Janos growled snatching the baby, "Give it here."

Janos kills the baby by slitting it's throat, and the mother shrieks. Janos and the other gold cloaks leave the brothel throwing down the child on the floor like trash. Celia couldn't believe these cold people are allowed to be in any position of authority. They are all craven liars, murderers and thieves running amuck in higher ranking positions. No wonder her civilized father was in a pit of vipers.

It was happening all over the city, all of the known bastards of King Robert were being executed on command of Cersei, the Regent queen mother.

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Some gold cloaks walk along a dock. They go up some stairs.

The gold cloak in charge shouts out, "Spread out! Search every house, every room. Look in every room."

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Some gold cloaks burst into a house and kill all of the inhabitants.

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Outside again, a gold cloak tosses a young boy into the water and proceeds to drown him.

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Some gold cloaks on the street hold back a large mob as a baby is carried away. One of the gold cloaks looks on stoically as the baby is killed right there.

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Janos and a number of gold cloaks arrive at the blacksmith's forge. A gold cloak is holding the blacksmith's face down near some hot coals.

The man shouts out, "Gendry! His name is Gendry."

Janos demanded, "Where is the bastard?"

The man scared to death shouted out, "The Night's Watch! Please, stop!"

Janos shouted, "Where?"

The man shouted, "They took him up the Kingsroad, heading north!"

Janos shouted, "How will we know him?"

The man said nervously as they let his head up, "He's got a bull's head helmet. He made it himself."

Janos ordered, "Find him."

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Yoren's party of Night Watch prisoners broke camp and were surrounded by trees. Gendry, a dark haired light eyed young man, loads some things into a cart, and then helps Arya up onto the cart with him. Yoren keeps the group heading towards the Wall.

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In the Riverlands, Water can be heard trickling down. The opening shot is of Arya, her back to the camera, sitting by a pool of water in the woods. She turns her head to the left. Then some leaves rustle, and she turns to the right. A horse whinnies, and she walks towards some other people. Many of them are gathering wood, and she joins in. Jaqen H'ghar, Rorge, and Biter watch her as she walks past their cage.

Jaqen whispers, "Boy." Arya looks up at the cage at Jaqen. She had been sneaking him food and water when she could.

Jaqen whispered, "Lovely boy."

Arya stops walking and sees the other two in the cage with him looking at her. She asks, "What do you want?"

Jaqen said kindly, "A man has a thirst. The man does not drink for a day and a night. A boy could make a friend."

Arya walks toward the cage and says, "I have friends." She was toying with him because they were not alone.

Rorge snarled at her, "Give us a beer. Before I skin you."

Jaqen said smiling, "A man does not choose his companions. These two, they have no courtesy. A man must ask forgiveness. You're called Arry?" Arya nods. He continues, "This man has the honor to be Jaqen H'ghar. Once of the Free City of Lorath."

Rorge spits and shouted, "Hey, you little shit. Get us beer!" Arya throws down the wood she was holding and looks at Rorge angrily.

Arya said, "Then you should have asked nicely."

Arya begins hitting the cage with a stick, trying to hit Rorge. Rorge tries to claw back. Jaqen laughs at the exchange. Biter looks on.

Rorge snarled, "Come closer. And I'll shove that stick up your bunghole and fuck you bloody."

Jaqen said quietly, "The boy has more courage than sense."

Rorge shouts, "Come here!" Rorge reaches out at Arya. Gendry walks past holding wood. Arya joins him.

Gendry said, "Yoren said none of us were should go near of those three."

Rorge was still shouting, "Come here!"

Arya said, shrugging her shoulders, "They don't scare me."

Gendry said, "Hmm? Then you're stupid. They scare me." Two gold cloaks ride into their camp on horseback. Gendry puts down the wood he was carrying.

Arya asked curiously, "What are gold cloaks doing this far from King's Landing?" Arya attempts to hide under some wood.

Gendry asked, "What are you doing?"

Arya whispered, "They're looking for me."

The gold cloak in charge said with authority, "You're in command here?"

Yoren said, "You're a long way from home."

The gold cloak in charge said cockily, "I asked you a question."

Yoren said, "Aye, you did. You asked without manners. And I chose not to answer."

The gold cloak in charge said, pulling out rolled up paper and handing it to Yoren. He said arrogantly, "I have a royal warrant. For one of these gutter rats you're transporting." Gendry looks at Arya. Arya looks back, pursing her lips.

Yoren said, handing back the paper, "Well the thing is, these gutter rats belong to the Night's Watch now. That puts them beyond the reach of kings and queens." The gold cloak tries to pull out his sword. Yoren quickly pulls out his dagger and puts it to the man's leg.

Yoren said sinisterly, "It's a funny thing. People worry so much about their throats, they forget about what's down low. Now I sharpened this blade before breakfast. I could shave a spider's arse if I wanted to. Or, I could nick this artery in your leg and once it's nicked, there's no one around here who knows how to un-nick it." Yoren takes the gold cloak's sword. The other gold cloak pulls his sword out.

Yoren said, taking his sword, "We'll just keep that. Good steel is always needed on the wall. Seems you have a choice. You can die here at this crossroads a long way from home. Or you can go back to your city and tell your masters you didn't find what you were looking for."

The gold cloak in charge said, "We're looking for a boy named Gendry." Gendry and Arya look shocked.

The gold cloak in charge said, "He carries a bull's head helmet. Anyone turning him over will earn the King's reward."

The gold cloak in charge said to Yoren, "We'll be back. With more men. And I'll be taking your head home along with that bastard boy." The gold cloaks ride off. Gendry and Arya stand up. Everyone in the party turns to look at Gendry.

That night, after the other two fell asleep, Arya snuck Jaqen water and food.

As the Night's Watch recruits sleep, Arya is sharpening her sword 'Needle'. Yorn comes over and sits by her.

Yoren said, "You should be sleeping. Tomorrow's a long march. Thirty miles, if it don't piss on us." He looked up at the sky.

Arya said sadly, "I can't sleep." Yoren offers her his wineskin.

Arya said, "I don't like the taste."

Yoren chuckled and said, "Well... You don't drink it for the flavor, to be honest."

Yoren leans back against the wall and closes his eyes. Arya stares at him. He opens his eyes and she looks away. He closes his eyes again.

Yoren asked, "What?"

Arya asked, "How do you sleep?"

Yoren said, "Same as most men, I think."

Arya said, "But you've seen things, horrible things."

Yoren said, "Aye. I've seen some pretty things, too, but not nearly so many."

Arya asked, "How do you sleep when you... when you have those things in your head?" Yoren raises his head and looks at her.

Yoren said, "You didn't see that. I and your sister made damn sure."

Arya said, "I close my eyes and I see them up there. All of them standing there. Joffrey, the Queen and... and my sister." Arya is close to tears. Yoren thinks for a bit before responding.

Yoren said, "You know, we've got something in common, me and you. You know that? I must have been a couple of years older than you. I saw my brother stabbed through the heart right on our doorstep. He weren't much of a villain what skewered him. Willem, the lad's name was. He ran off before anyone could spit. And I just stood there, watching my brother die. Here's the funny part. I can't picture my brother's face anymore. But Willem, oh, he was a nice-looking boy. He had good white teeth, blue eyes, one of those dimpled chins all the girls like. I would think about him when I was working, when I was drinking, when I was having a shit. It got to the point where I would say his name every night before I went to bed. Willem. Willem. Willem. A prayer almost. Well, one day, Willem came riding back into town. I buried an ax so deep into Willem's skull, they had to bury him with it. Willem's horse got me to the Wall and I've been wearing black ever since. Well... That'll help you sleep, eh?" Yoren gives a little laugh as he takes a drink from his wineskin. Horn blasts ring out from outside.