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Catelyn

           "They’reunderthebelltower,youwon’tbemissingmeals,thoughthere’ssomethinksittoonoisy.Can’tbehelped.We’refullup,ornearasmakesnomatter.It’sthoseroomsortheroad."

           Itwasthoserooms,low,dustygarretsatthetopofacrampednarrowstaircase."Leaveyourbootsdownhere,"Mashatoldthemaftershe’dtakentheircoin."Theboywillcleanthem.Iwon’thaveyoutrackingmudupmystairs.Mindthebell.Thosewhocomelatetomealsdon’teat."Therewerenosmiles,andnomentionofsweetcakes.

           Whenthesupperbellrang,thesoundwasdeafening.Catelynhadchangedintodryclothes.Shesatbythewindow,watchingrainrundownthepane.Theglasswasmilkyandfullofbubbles,andawetduskwasfallingoutside.Catelyncouldjustmakeoutthemuddycrossingwherethetwogreatroadsmet.

           Thecrossroadsgaveherpause.Iftheyturnedwestfromhere,itwasaneasyridedowntoRiverrun.Herfatherhadalwaysgivenherwisecounselwhensheneededitmost,andsheyearnedtotalktohim,towarnhimofthegatheringstorm.IfWinterfellneededtobraceforwar,howmuchmoresoRiverrun,somuchclosertoKing’sLanding,withthepowerofCasterlyRockloomingtothewestlikeashadow.Ifonlyherfatherhadbeenstronger,shemighthavechancedit,butHosterTullyhadbeenbedriddenthesepasttwoyears,andCatelynwasloathtotaxhimnow.

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