A Mythical World
"Well, as to that, I'm Tom of Sevenstreams, but Tom Sevenstrings is what they call me, or Tom o' Sevens. This great lout with the brown teeth is Lem, short for Lemoncloak. It's yellow, you see, and Lem's a sour sort. And young fellow me lad over there is Anguy, or Archer as we like to call him."
"Now who are you?" demanded Lem, in the deep voice that Arya had heard through the branches of the willow.
She was not about to give up her true name as easy as that. "Squab, if you want," she said. "I don't care."
The big man laughed. "A squab with a sword," he said. "Now there's something you don't often see."
"I'm the Bull," said Gendry, taking his lead from Arya. She could not blame him for prefe
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