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Catelyn

           AnenemyintentontheEyriewouldhavetofighthiswayfromStonestepbystep,whilerocksandarrowsraineddownfromSnowabove.Thecommander,ananxiousyoungknightwithapockmarkedface,offeredbreadandcheeseandthechancetowarmthemselvesbeforehisfire,butMyadeclined."Weoughttokeepgoing,mylady,"shesaid."Ifitpleaseyou."Catelynnodded.

           Againtheyweregivenfreshmules.Herswaswhite.Myasmiledwhenshesawhim."Whitey’sagoodone,mylady.Sureoffoot,evenonice,butyouneedtobecareful.He’llkickifhedoesn’tlikeyou."

           ThewhitemuleseemedtolikeCatelyn;therewasnokicking,thankthegods.Therewasnoiceeither,andshewasgratefulforthataswell."Mymothersaysthathundredsofyearsago,thiswaswherethesnowbegan,"Myatoldher."Itwasalwayswhiteabovehere,andtheicenevermelted."Sheshrugged."Ican’tremembereverseeingsnowthisfardownthemountain,butmaybeitwasthatwayonce,intheoldentimes."

           Soyoung,Catelynthought,tryingtorememberifshehadeverbeenlikethat.Thegirlhadlivedhalfherlifeinsummer,andthatwasallsheknew.Winteriscoming,child,shewantedtotellher.Thewordswereonherlips;shealmostsaidthem.PerhapsshewasbecomingaStarkatlast.

           AboveSnow,thewindwasalivingthing,howlingaroundthemlikeawolfinthewaste,thenfallingofftonothingasiftolurethemintocomplacency.Thestarsseemedbrighteruphere,soclosethatshecouldalmosttouchthem,andthehornedmoonwashugeintheclearblacksky.

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