Catelyn

           Itwastoofartomakeoutthebannersclearly,buteventhroughthedriftingfogshecouldseethattheywerewhite,withadarksmudgeintheircenterthatcouldonlybethedirewolfofStark,greyuponitsicyfield.Whenshesawitwithherowneyes,Catelynreinedupherhorseandbowedherheadinthanks.Thegodsweregood.Shewasnottoolate.

           "Theyawaitourcoming,mylady,"SerWylisManderlysaid,"asmylordfathersworetheywould."

           "Letusnotkeepthemwaitinganylonger,ser."SerBryndenTullyputthespurstohishorseandtrottedbrisklytowardthebanners.Catelynrodebesidehim.

           SerWylisandhisbrotherSerWendelfollowed,leadingtheirlevies,nearfifteenhundredmen:sometwenty-oddknightsandasmanysquires,twohundredmountedlances,swordsmen,andfreeriders,andtherestfoot,armedwithspears,pikesandtridents.LordWymanhadremainedbehindtoseetothedefensesofWhiteHarbor.Amanofnearsixtyyears,hehadgrowntoostouttositahorse."IfIhadthoughttoseewaragaininmylifetime,Ishouldhaveeatenafewlesseels,"he’dtoldCatelynwhenhemethership,slappinghismassivebellywithbothhands.Hisfingerswerefatassausages."Myboyswillseeyousafetoyourson,though,havenofear."

           His"boys"werebotholderthanCatelyn,andshemighthavewishedthattheydidnottakeaftertheirfatherquitesoclosely.SerWyliswasonlyafeweelsshortofnotbeingabletomounthisownhorse;shepitiedthepooranimal.

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