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Catelyn

           "Stone,"Myaannouncedcheerily,dismounting.Ironspikesweresetalongthetopsofformidablestonewalls,andtwofatroundtowersovertoppedthekeep.ThegateswungopenatMya’sshout.Inside,theportlyknightwhocommandedthewaycastlegreetedMyabynameandofferedthemskewersofcharredmeatandonionsstillhotfromthespit.Catelynhadnotrealizedhowhungryshewas.Sheatestandingintheyard,asstablehandsmovedtheirsaddlestofreshmules.Thehotjuicesrandownherchinanddrippedontohercloak,butshewastoofamishedtocare.

           Thenitwasupontoanewmuleandoutagainintothestarlight.ThesecondpartoftheascentseemedmoretreacheroustoCatelyn.Thetrailwassteeper,thestepsmoreworn,andhereandtherelitteredwithpebblesandbrokenstone.Myahadtodismountahalf-dozentimestomovefallenrocksfromtheirpath."Youdon’twantyourmuletobreakaleguphere,"shesaid.Catelynwasforcedtoagree.Shecouldfeelthealtitudemorenow.Thetreesweresparseruphere,andthewindblewmorevigorously,sharpguststhattuggedatherclothingandpushedherhairintohereyes.Fromtimetotimethestepsdoubledbackonthemselves,andshecouldseeStonebelowthem,andtheGatesoftheMoonfartherdown,itstorchesnobrighterthancandles.

           SnowwassmallerthanStone,asinglefortifiedtowerandatimberkeepandstablehiddenbehindalowwallofunmortaredrock.YetitnestledagainsttheGiant’sLanceinsuchawayastocommandtheentirestonestairabovethelowerwaycastle.

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