A Clash of Kings, by George R. R. Martin
This book was here last year, when self was undergoing very painful Game of Thrones withdrawal symptoms, because she had missed the last four episodes of Season 6. It saved her life.
Leaving King’s Landing was easy, just like he’d said. The Lannister guardsmen on the gate were stopping everyone, but Yoren called one by name and their wagons were waved through. No one spared Arya a glance. They were looking for a highborn girl, daughter of the King’s Hand, not for a skinny boy with his hair chopped off.
They took five wagons out of King’s Landing, laden with supplies for the Wall; hides and bolts of cloth, bars of pig iron, a cage of ravens, books and paper and ink, a bale of sourleaf, jars of oil, and chests of medicine and spices. Teams of plow horses pulled the wagons, and Yoren had brought two coursers and a half-dozen donkeys for the boys. Arya would have preferred a real horse, bu the donkey was better than riding on a wagon.
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