Reread Arya’s Dance chapter a while back and I can’t believe how I never noticed all the parallels this chapter has to Jon taking his oath, he’s never even mentioned in it but it feels like he’s lurking behind the page at every turn.
Let’s start with this quote from the kindly man:
Then you do not belong here. Death holds no sweetness in this house. We are not warriors, nor soldiers, nor swaggering bravos puffed up with pride. We do not kill to serve some lord, to fatten our purses, to stroke our vanity. We never give the gift to please ourselves. Nor do we choose the ones we kill. We are but servants of the God of Many Faces.
The bold part is very similar to the NWs ethos about guarding and serving the realm not some lord.
She seated herself in a weirwood chair with a face of ebony.
Anyone know of some good analyses of what the weirwood-ebony duology means? I think it shows up in Harrenhal or a Ned chapter in agot too. Of course Jon also takes his oath in front of a weirwood, but unlike Jon who went from being alone to having a bunch of friends, Arya has gone from starting her journey with a big pack to basically being alone by herself.
The old man's hands were the worst thing about him, Cat decided the next day, as she watched him from behind her barrow. His fingers were long and bony, always moving, scratching at his beard, tugging at an ear, drumming on a table, twitching, twitching, twitching. He has hands like two white spiders. The more she watched his hands, the more she came to hate them.
Similar to how the chapter where Jon takes his oath ends with a death, so does this one, and here we have an indirect reference to the others through their white spiders even though Arya doesn’t even know they exist
He never looked at the coins. Instead he bit them, always on the left side of his mouth, where he still had all his teeth
Kind of a subtle clue to the insurer dude’s evilness considering that the left side is often associated with evil in many cultures (much to the detriment of lefties like me lol)
The facetaking is where Arya finally starts her initiation and similar to how Jon and Sam and the other non criminals are told they can leave, so the kindly man tells her it’s not too late:
"Do they frighten you, child?" asked the kindly man. "It is not too late for you to leave us. Is this truly what you want?"
And similar to Jon thinking he has nowhere to go, so thinks Arya.
Hands closed around her throat, hard as stone, choking her. Her own hands shot up to claw at the arms of her attacker, but there was no one there. A terrible sense of fear filled her, and she heard a noise, a hideous crunching noise, accompanied by blinding pain. A face floated in front of her, fat, bearded, brutal, his mouth twisted with rage.
You know who else was fat and bearded and could be brutal when in a rage? Robert who’d probably have wanted to kill Jon if he knew bout RLJ
That was some other girl. I am no one, and my only brothers wear robes of black and white.
Similarly, Jon reminds himself that his only brothers wear cloaks of black
“She asked the gift for herself, not for her father."
You should have killed him.
He must have read her thoughts. "Death came for him in the end, as it comes for all men. As it must come for a certain man upon the morrow." He lifted up the lamp. "We are done here."
I feel like this thought process of Arya’s is definitely a direct parallel to Jon’s feelings about the NW allying with Craster which I think’s further supported by this
She saw old faces and young faces, pale faces and dark faces, smooth faces and wrinkled faces, freckled faces and scarred faces, handsome faces and homely faces, men and women, boys and girls, even babes,
And finally she gets her cloak robe and starts her watch becomes an acolyte in the end of the chapter:
They brought a robe for her as well, the soft thick robe of an acolyte, black upon one side and white upon the other. "Wear this when you are here," the priest said, "but know that you shall have little need of it for the present. On the morrow you will go to Izembaro to begin your first apprenticeship. Take what clothes you will from the vaults below. The city watch is looking for a certain ugly girl, known to frequent the Purple Harbor, so best you have a new face as well." He cupped her chin, turned her head this way and that, nodded. "A pretty one this time, I think. As pretty as your own. Who are you, child?"
tagging @polysucks since she was a fan of this on the discord