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Catelyn

           Thebottomfootdrippedbrownmudonthemastheypassedunderneath,thebarbedspikesmereinchesabovetheirheads.Catelyngazedupatthebarsandwonderedhowdeeptherustwentandhowwelltheportculliswouldstanduptoaramandwhetheritoughttobereplaced.Thoughtslikethatwereseldomfarfromhermindthesedays.

           Theypassedbeneaththearchandunderthewalls,movingfromsunlighttoshadowandbackintosunlight.Boatslargeandsmallweretiedupallaroundthem,securedtoironringssetinthestone.Herfather’sguardswaitedonthewaterstairwithherbrother.SerEdmureTullywasastockyyoungmanwithashaggyheadofauburnhairandafierybeard.Hisbreastplatewasscratchedanddentedfrombattle,hisblue-and-redcloakstainedbybloodandsmoke.AthissidestoodtheLordTytosBlackwood,ahardpikeofamanwithclose-croppedsalt-and-pepperwhiskersandahooknose.Hisbrightyellowarmorwasinlaidwithjetinelaboratevine-and-leafpatterns,andacloaksewnfromravenfeathersdrapedhisthinshoulders.IthadbeenLordTytoswholedthesortiethatpluckedherbrotherfromtheLannistercamp.

           "Bringthemin,"SerEdmurecommanded.Threemenscrambleddownthestairsknee-deepinthewaterandpulledtheboatclosewithlonghooks.WhenGreyWindboundedout,oneofthemdroppedhispoleandlurchedback,stumblingandsittingdownabruptlyintheriver.Theotherslaughed,andthemangotasheepishlookonhisface.

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