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Catelyn

           Herunclesentastandard-beareraheadofthem,adoublebannerflyingfromhisstaff;themoon-and-falconofHouseArrynonhigh,andbelowithisownblackfish.Farmwagonsandmerchants’cartsandridersfromlesserhousesmovedasidetoletthempass.

           Evenso,itwasfulldarkbeforetheyreachedthestoutcastlethatstoodatthefootoftheGiant’sLance.Torchesflickeredatopitsramparts,andthehornedmoondanceduponthedarkwatersofitsmoat.Thedrawbridgewasupandtheportcullisdown,butCatelynsawlightsburninginthegatehouseandspillingfromthewindowsofthesquaretowersbeyond.

           "TheGatesoftheMoon,"herunclesaidasthepartydrewrein.Hisstandard-bearerrodetotheedgeofthemoattohailthemeninthegatehouse."LordNestor’sseat.Heshouldbeexpectingus.Lookup."

           Catelynraisedhereyes,upandupandup.Atfirstallshesawwasstoneandtrees,theloomingmassofthegreatmountainshroudedinnight,asblackasastarlesssky.Thenshenoticedtheglowofdistantfireswellabovethem;atowerkeep,builtuponthesteepsideofthemountain,itslightslikeorangeeyesstaringdownfromabove.Abovethatwasanother,higherandmoredistant,andstillhigherathird,nomorethanaflickeringsparkinthesky.Andfinally,upwherethefalconssoared,aflashofwhiteinthemoonlight.Vertigowashedoverherasshestaredupwardatthepaletowers,sofarabove.

           "TheEyrie,"sheheardMarillionmurmur,awed.

           ThesharpvoiceofTyrionLannisterbrokein."TheArrynsmustnotbeoverfondofcompany.

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