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Catelyn

           Astheyclimbed,Catelynfounditwasbettertolookupthandown.Thestepswerecrackedandbrokenfromcenturiesoffreezeandthawandthetreadofcountlessmules,andeveninthedarktheheightsputherheartinherthroat.Whentheycametoahighsaddlebetweentwospiresofrock,Myadismounted."It’sbesttoleadthemulesover,"shesaid."Thewindcanbealittlescaryhere,mylady."

           Catelynclimbedstifflyfromtheshadowsandlookedatthepathahead;twentyfeetlongandclosetothreefeetwide,butwithaprecipitousdroptoeitherside.Shecouldhearthewindshrieking.Myasteppedlightlyout,hermulefollowingascalmlyasiftheywerecrossingabailey.Itwasherturn.YetnosoonerhadshetakenherfirststepthanfearcaughtCatelyninitsjaws.Shecouldfeeltheemptiness,thevastblackgulfsofairthatyawnedaroundher.Shestopped,trembling,afraidtomove.Thewindscreamedatherandwrenchedathercloak,tryingtopullherovertheedge.Catelynedgedherfootbackward,themosttimidofsteps,butthemulewasbehindher,andshecouldnotretreat.Iamgoingtodiehere,shethought.Shecouldfeelcoldsweattricklingdownherback.

           "LadyStark,"Myacalledacrossthegulf.Thegirlsoundedathousandleaguesaway."Areyouwell?"

           CatelynTullyStarkswallowedwhatremainedofherpride."I...Icannotdothis,child,"shecalledout.

           "Yesyoucan,"thebastardgirlsaid."Iknowyoucan.Lookhowwidethepathis."

           "Idon’twanttolook."

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