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Catelyn

           Themenescortedherfromthewinchroomupaspiralstair.TheEyriewasasmallcastlebythestandardsofthegreathouses;sevenslenderwhitetowersbunchedastightlyasarrowsinaquiveronashoulderofthegreatmountain.Ithadnoneedofstablesnorsmithysnorkennels,butNedsaiditsgranarywasaslargeasWinterfell’s,anditstowerscouldhousefivehundredmen.YetitseemedstrangelydesertedtoCatelynasshepassedthroughit,itspalestonehallsechoingandempty.

           Lysawaswaitingaloneinhersolar,stillcladinherbedrobes.Herlongauburnhairtumbledunboundacrossbarewhiteshouldersanddownherback.Amaidstoodbehindher,brushingoutthenight’stangles,butwhenCatelynentered,hersisterrosetoherfeet,smiling."Cat,"shesaid."Oh,Cat,howgooditistoseeyou.Mysweetsister."Sheranacrossthechamberandwrappedhersisterinherarms."Howlongithasbeen,"Lysamurmuredagainsther."Oh,howveryverylong."

           Ithadbeenfiveyears,intruth;fivecruelyears,forLysa.Theyhadtakentheirtoll.Hersisterwastwoyearstheyounger,yetshelookedoldernow.ShorterthanCatelyn,Lysahadgrownthickofbody,paleandpuffyofface.ShehadtheblueeyesoftheTullys,butherswerepaleandwatery,neverstill.Hersmallmouthhadturnedpetulant.AsCatelynheldher,sherememberedtheslender,high-breastedgirlwho’dwaitedbesideherthatdayintheseptatRiverrun.Howlovelyandfullofhopeshehadbeen.

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