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Catelyn

           Forthepastweek,thetravelershadbeenthickasfliesuponthekingsroad;knightsandfreeriders,singerswiththeirharpsanddrums,heavywagonsladenwithhopsorcornorcasksofhoney,tradersandcraftsmenandwhores,andallofthemmovingsouth.

           ShestudiedLordJasonboldly.Thelasttimeshehadseenhimhehadbeenjestingwithheruncleatherweddingfeast;theMallistersstoodbannermentotheTullys,andhisgiftshadbeenlavish.Hisbrownhairwassaltedwithwhitenow,hisfacechiseledgauntbytime,yettheyearshadnottouchedhispride.Herodelikeamanwhofearednothing.Catelynenviedhimthat;shehadcometofearsomuch.Astheriderspassed,LordJasonnoddedacurtgreeting,butitwasonlyahighlord’scourtesytostrangerschancemetontheroad.Therewasnorecognitioninthosefierceeyes,andhissondidnotevenwastealook.

           "Hedidnotknowyou,"SerRodriksaidafter,wondering.

           "Hesawapairofmud-spatteredtravelersbythesideoftheroad,wetandtired.Itwouldneveroccurtohimtosuspectthatoneofthemwasthedaughterofhisliegelord.Ithinkweshallbesafeenoughattheinn,SerRodrik."

           Itwasneardarkwhentheyreachedit,atthecrossroadsnorthofthegreatconfluenceoftheTrident.MashaHeddlewasfatterandgreyerthanCatelynremembered,stillchewinghersourleaf,butshegavethemonlythemostcursoryoflooks,withnaryahintofherghastlyredsmile."Tworoomsatthetopofthestair,that’sallthereis,"shesaid,chewingallthewhile.

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