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What have you learnt today?

There are a lot of lessons.

Indeed there are. It takes a lifetime to master a blade.

That's okay, I like learning it.

Good. Skill comes easier when it's enjoyed.

What did you like learning the most when you were my age?

I enjoyed hunting with my father and brother.

I think I'd like hunting.

Maybe when you're older.

I trust my present has lent itself well to your studies, then?

Yes! Father even got me an actual teacher.

It did get someone hurt, though.

What happened?

I convinced this boy, Mycah, who worked for the butcher, to practice with me with broom handles, and the stupid prince and Sansa saw us, and Joffrey started hurting Mycah with his sword so I hit him and Mycah ran away and Joffrey came after me and Nymeria bit him and I threw his sword in the river and made Nymeria run away so he wouldn't hurt her so he killed Lady instead and the Hound killed Mycah. And Sansa lied for him so everyone thinks we attacked him. [Some of that may have been completely unintelligible.]

[Oh, Arya. You're worrying him.]

... It wasn't your fault. You know that, don't you?

It was, I made him hit me.

Mycah? He wouldn't have practiced with you if he hadn't wanted to, I suspect. You did the honorable thing, Arya. You were trying to protect your friend.

[Well... if both Jon and their father say it, she can believe it. But she still feels guilty.] Okay.

How's the Wall?

Cold, as I expected. The men here are untrained and what skills they do possess are rough at best.

I do miss you, though.

Have you seen anything from Old Nan's stories?

I miss you too.

None yet, lest you count the layers of dust upon the dining tables. You will be the first to know once I do, I promise.

How is King's Landing?

Maybe you should write Bran first if you do. Then me.

Sansa loves it. I like my lessons with Syrio, but otherwise it's boring and Septa Mordane is even more stern than she was at Winterfell. Father wants to go home badly, he doesn't like it here at all.

He could use the story, I suppose. Old Nan may well be driving him mad with them by now, though... I'll write to you both at the same time.

[Jon, on the other hand, hopes it stays boring.] You haven't had any trouble, have you?

That sounds good.

Not really. I got lost the other day and they wouldn't let me back in right away because they thought I was a beggar boy but it was only for a few minutes. That's not really a bad thing anyways, it's easier to chase cats and walk on my hands when no one knows who I am.