“I said I’d dig worms for you too, if you wanted.”  Lommy made a disgusted face. “If it wasn’t for my leg, I’d hunt us some boars.”  “Some boars,” she mocked. “You need a boarspear to hunt boars, and horses and dogs, and men to flush the boar from its lair¹.” Her father had hunted boar in the wolfswood with Robb and Jon. Once he even took Bran, but never Arya, even though she was older. Septa Mordane said boar hunting was not for ladies, and Mother only promised that when she was older she might have her own hawk². She was older now, but if she had a hawk she’d eat it.  “What do you know about hunting boars?” said Hot Pie.  “More than you.”  Gendry was in no mood to hear it. “Quiet, both of you, I need to think what to do.” He always looked pained when he tried to think, like it hurt him something fierce.  “Yield,” Lommy said.  “I told you to shut up about the yielding. We don’t even know who’s in there. Maybe we can steal some food.”  “Lommy could steal, if it wasn’t for his leg,” said Hot Pie. “He was a thief in the city.”  “A bad thief,” Arya said, “or he wouldn’t have got caught.”  Gendry squinted³ up at the sun. “Evenfall will be the best time to sneak⁴ in. I’ll go scout⁵ come dark.”  “No, I’ll go,” Arya said. “You’re too noisy.”  Gendry got that look on his face. “We’ll both go.”  “Arry should go,” said Lommy. “He’s sneakier than you are.”  “We’ll both go, I said.”   “But what if you don’t come back? Hot Pie can’t carry me by himself, you know he can’t...”  “And there’s wolves,” Hot Pie said. “I heard them last night, when I had the watch. They sounded close.”  Arya had heard them too. She’d been asleep in the branches of an elm, but the howling had woken her. She’d sat awake for a good hour, listening to them, prickles creeping up her

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