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Catelyn

           Allthatremainedofhersister’sbeautywasthegreatfallofthickauburnhairthatcascadedtoherwaist.

           "Youlookwell,"Catelynlied,"but...tired."

           Hersisterbroketheembrace."Tired.Yes.Oh,yes."Sheseemedtonoticetheothersthen;hermaid,MaesterColemon,SerVardis."Leaveus,"shetoldthem."Iwishtospeaktomysisteralone."SheheldCatelyn’shandastheywithdrew...

           ...anddroppedittheinstantthedoorclosed.Catelynsawherfacechange.Itwasasifthesunhadgonebehindacloud."Haveyoutakenleaveofyoursenses?"Lysasnappedather."Tobringhimhere,withoutawordofpermission,withoutsomuchasawarning,todragusintoyourquarrelswiththeLannisters..."

           "Myquarrels?"Catelyncouldscarcebelievewhatshewashearing.Agreatfireburnedinthehearth,buttherewasnotraceofwarmthinLysa’svoice."Theywereyourquarrelsfirst,sister.Itwasyouwhosentmethatcursedletter,youwhowrotethattheLannistershadmurderedyourhusband."

           "Towarnyou,soyoucouldstayawayfromthem!Inevermeanttofightthem!Gods,Cat,doyouknowwhatyou’vedone?"

           "Mother?"asmallvoicesaid.Lysawhirled,herheavyrobeswirlingaroundher.RobertArryn,LordoftheEyrie,stoodinthedoorway,clutchingaraggedclothdollandlookingatthemwithlargeeyes.Hewasapainfullythinchild,smallforhisageandsicklyallhisdays,andfromtimetotimehetrembled.Theshakingsickness,themaesterscalledit."Iheardvoices."

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