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Catelyn

           SerRodriktriedtotugatwhiskersthatwerenotthere,butbeforehecouldframearebuketheservingboycamescurryingup.Helaidtrenchersofbreadbeforethemandfilledthemwithchunksofbrownedmeatoffaskewer,drippingwithhotjuice.Anotherskewerheldtinyonions,firepeppers,andfatmushrooms.SerRodriksettolustilyastheladranbacktofetchthembeer.

           "MynameisMarillion,"thesingersaid,pluckingastringonhiswoodharp."Doubtlessyou’veheardmeplaysomewhere?"

           HismannermadeCatelynsmile.FewwanderingsingerseverventuredasfarnorthasWinterfell,butsheknewhislikefromhergirlhoodinRiverrun."Ifearnot,"shetoldhim.

           Hedrewaplaintivechordfromthewoodharp."Thatisyourloss,"hesaid."Whowasthefinestsingeryou’veeverheard?"

           "AliaofBraavos,"SerRodrikansweredatonce.

           "Oh,I’mmuchbetterthanthatoldstick,"Marillionsaid."Ifyouhavethesilverforasong,I’llgladlyshowyou."

           "Imighthaveacopperortwo,butI’dsoonertossitdownawellthanpayforyourhowling,"SerRodrikgroused.Hisopinionofsingerswaswellknown;musicwasalovelythingforgirls,buthecouldnotcomprehendwhyanyhealthyboywouldfillhishandwithaharpwhenhemighthavehadasword.

           "Yourgrandfatherhasasournature,"MarillionsaidtoCatelyn."Imeanttodoyouhonor.Anhomagetoyourbeauty.Intruth,Iwasmadetosingforkingsandhighlords."

           "Oh,Icanseethat,"Catelynsaid."LordTullyisfondofsong,Ihear.Nodoubtyou’vebeentoRiverrun."

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