Arya glared at the gnarled root by her feet. She realized that the pretense was done. Gendry knew, and she had nothing in her pants to convince him otherwise. She could draw Needle and kill him where he stood, or else trust him. She wasn't certain she'd be able to kill him, even if she tried; he had his own sword, and he was a lot stronger. All that was left was the truth. "Lommy and Hot Pie can't know," she said.
艾莉亚瞪着脚边蜷曲的树根，知道自己无法再隐瞒。詹德利猜出了真相，而她裤裆里也的确没东西。她要么当场拔出缝衣针杀了他，要么信任他。就算真的动手，她还不确定是否杀得了他，因为他不但有剑，更比她强壮许多。所以唯一的选择是说出实情。“不许告诉罗米和热派，”她道。
"They won't," he swore. "Not from me."
“不会，”他发誓，“他们不会从我这里知道。”

"Arya." She raised her eyes to his. "My name is Arya. Of House Stark."
“艾莉亚，”她抬头看着他的眼睛，“我是史塔克家族的艾莉亚。”
"Of House..." It took him a moment before he said, "The King's Hand was named Stark. The one they killed for a traitor."
“史……”他顿了一会儿，“国王的首相就姓史塔克，就是被杀的那个叛徒。”
"He was never a traitor. He was my father."
“他才不是叛徒。他是我父亲。”
Gendry's eyes widened. "So that's why you thought..."
詹德利眼睛睁得老大，“所以你以为……”
She nodded. "Yoren was taking me home to Winterfell."
她点点头，“尤伦本来要带我回临冬城。”
"I... you're highborn then, a... you'll be a lady..."
“我……那你就是好人家的……淑女了……”
Arya looked down at her ragged clothes and bare feet, all cracked and callused. She saw the dirt under her nails, the scabs on her elbows, the scratches on her hands.
艾莉亚低头看看自己，一身破烂衣裳，光溜溜的脚丫，破皮满茧。她看到趾甲缝里的泥巴，看到手肘上的伤疤。