Det är faktiskt väl etablerat i böckerna hur och varför Arya slutade i The Black and White House, Braavos.
TL; DR
Strax efter att hunden får ett dödligt sår och Arya delar med sig kommer hon till en liten stad Saltpans . Hon vill göra den till väggen, för Jon Snow är där. Hon köper sin passage på en Braavosi-galé med järnmynt som hon fått av Jaqen. Men kaptenen vägrar att segla i norr, så i stället hamnar hon i Braavos. I Braavos besöker hon huset Black and White och söker Jaqen att lära sig att vara mördare. Och hon vill ha blod och hämnd.
Nu det långa svaret, med citaten från boken.
ASOS, kapitel 74, Arya.
“I want to see the captain,” Arya told him. He only shouted louder.
But the commotion drew the attention of a stout grey-haired man in a
coat of purple wool, and he spoke the Common Tongue. “I am captain
here,” he said. “What is your wish? Be quick, child, we have a tide to
catch.”
“I want to go north, to the Wall. Here, I can pay.” She gave him the
purse. “The Night’s Watch has a castle on the sea.”
“Eastwatch.” The captain spilled out the silver onto his palm and
frowned. “Is this all you have?”
It is not enough, Arya knew without being told. She could see it on
his face.
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“Wait,” Arya said suddenly. “I have something else.” She had stuffed
it down inside her smallclothes to keep it safe, so she had to dig
deep to find it, while the oarsmen laughed and the captain lingered
with obvious impatience. “One more silver will make no difference,
child,” he finally said.
“It’s not silver.” Her fingers closed on it. “It’s iron. Here.” She
pressed it into his hand, the small black iron coin that Jaqen H’ghar
had given her, so worn the man whose head it bore had no features.
It’s probably worthless, but . . .
The captain turned it over and blinked at it, then looked at her
again. “This . . . how . . . ?”
Jaqen said to say the words too. Arya crossed her arms against her
chest. “Valar morghulis,” she said, as loud as if she’d known what it
meant.
“Valar dohaeris,” he replied, touching his brow with two fingers. “Of
course you shall have a cabin.”
Så har Arya köpt sin passage. Men till vilken plats, som avslöjas i nästa kapitel.
AFFC, kapitel 6, Arya
Arya stood at the prow, one hand resting on the gilded figurehead, a
maiden with a bowl of fruit. For half a heartbeat she let herself
pretend that it was her home ahead.
But that was stupid. Her home was gone, her parents dead, and all her
brothers slain but Jon Snow on the Wall. That was where she had wanted
to go. She told the captain as much, but even the iron coin did not
sway him. Arya never seemed to find the places she set out to reach.
Yoren had sworn to deliver her to Winterfell, only she had ended up in
Harrenhal and Yoren in his grave. When she escaped Harrenhal for
Riverrun, Lem and Anguy and Tom o’ Sevens took her captive and dragged
her to the hollow hill instead. Then the Hound had stolen her and
dragged her to the Twins. Arya had left him dying by the river and
gone ahead to Saltpans, hoping to take passage for
Eastwatch-by-the-Sea, only . . .
Braavos might not be so bad. Syrio was from Braavos, and Jaqen might
be there as well. It was Jaqen who had given her the iron coin. He
hadn’t truly been her friend, the way that Syrio had, but what good
had friends ever done her?
Så slutar hon i Braavos.
Och i samma kapitel när hon kommer in i House of Black and White, har hon följande samtal med en gammal man, senare kallad "den vänliga mannen".
“What place is this?” she asked him.
“A place of peace.” His voice was gentle. “You are safe here. This is
the House of Black and White, my child. Though you are young to seek
the favor of the Many-Faced God.”
“Is he like the southron god, the one with seven faces?”
“Seven? No. He has faces beyond count, little one, as many faces as
there are stars in the sky. In Braavos, men worship as they will . . .
but at the end of every road stands Him of Many Faces, waiting. He
will be there for you one day, do not fear. You need not rush to his
embrace.”
“I only came to find Jaqen H’ghar.”
“I do not know this name.”
Her heart sank. “He was from Lorath. His hair was white on one side
and red on the other. He said he’d teach me secrets, and gave me
this.” The iron coin was clutched in her fist. When she opened her
fingers, it clung to her sweaty palm.
Hon är där för Jaqen, och hon vill lära sig. Och för hennes motivation, igen i det här kapitlet.
“Do you fear death?”
She bit her lip. “No.”
“Let us see.” The priest lowered his cowl. Beneath he had no face;
only a yellowed skull with a few scraps of skin still clinging to the
cheeks, and a white worm wriggling from one empty eye socket. “Kiss
me, child,” he croaked, in a voice as dry and husky as a death rattle.
Does he think to scare me? Arya kissed him where his nose should be
and plucked the grave worm from his eye to eat it, but it melted like
a shadow in her hand.
The yellow skull was melting too, and the kindliest old man that she
had ever seen was smiling down at her. “No one has ever tried to eat
my worm before,” he said. “Are you hungry, child?”
Yes, she thought, but not for food.
Hon vill hämnas. Hon är hungrig för blodet.