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Catelyn

           Wheatandcornandbarleygrewhighinitsfields,andeveninHighgardenthepumpkinswerenolargernorthefruitanysweeterthanhere.Theystoodatthewesternendofthevalley,wherethehighroadcrestedthelastpassandbeganitswindingdescenttothebottomlandstwomilesbelow.TheValewasnarrowhere,nomorethanahalfday’srideacross,andthenorthernmountainsseemedsoclosethatCatelyncouldalmostreachoutandtouchthem.LoomingoverthemallwasthejaggedpeakcalledtheGiant’sLance,amountainthatevenmountainslookedupto,itsheadlostinicymiststhreeandahalfmilesabovethevalleyfloor.OveritsmassivewesternshoulderflowedtheghosttorrentofAlyssa’sTears.Evenfromthisdistance,Catelyncouldmakeouttheshiningsilverthread,brightagainstthedarkstone.

           Whenherunclesawthatshehadstopped,hemovedhishorsecloserandpointed."It’sthere,besideAlyssa’sTears.Allyoucanseefromhereisaflashofwhiteeverynowandthen,ifyoulookhardandthesunhitsthewallsjustright."

           Seventowers,Nedhadtoldher,likewhitedaggersthrustintothebellyofthesky,sohighyoucanstandontheparapetsandlookdownontheclouds."Howlongaride?"sheasked.

           "Wecanbeatthemountainbyevenfall,"UncleBryndensaid,"buttheclimbwilltakeanotherday."

           SerRodrikCasselspokeupfrombehind."Mylady,"hesaid,"IfearIcangonofarthertoday."Hisfacesaggedbeneathhisragged,newgrownwhiskers,andhelookedsowearyCatelynfearedhemightfalloffhishorse.

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