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Catelyn

           Theboygrabbedforiteagerly,buriedhisfaceagainstherchest,andbegantosuck.Lysastrokedhishair.

           Catelynwasatalossforwords.JonArryn’sson,shethoughtincredulously.Sherememberedherownbaby,three-year-oldRickon,halftheageofthisboyandfivetimesasfierce.SmallwonderthelordsoftheValewererestive.ForthefirsttimesheunderstoodwhythekinghadtriedtotakethechildawayfromhismothertofosterwiththeLannisters...

           "We’resafehere,"Lysawassaying.Whethertoherortotheboy,Catelynwasnotsure.

           "Don’tbeafool,"Catelynsaid,theangerrisinginher."Nooneissafe.IfyouthinkhidingherewillmaketheLannistersforgetyou,youaresadlymistaken."

           Lysacoveredherboy’searwithherhand."EveniftheycouldbringanarmythroughthemountainsandpasttheBloodyGate,theEyrieisimpregnable.Yousawforyourself.Noenemycouldeverreachusuphere."

           Catelynwantedtoslapher.UncleBryndenhadtriedtowarnher,sherealized."Nocastleisimpregnable."

           "Thisoneis,"Lysainsisted."Everyonesaysso.Theonlythingis,whatamItodowiththisImpyouhavebroughtme?"

           "Isheabadman?"theLordoftheEyrieasked,hismother’sbreastpoppingfromhismouth,thenipplewetandred.

           "Averybadman,"Lysatoldhimasshecoveredherself,"butMotherwon’tlethimharmmylittlebaby."

           "Makehimfly,"Robertsaideagerly.

           Lysastrokedherson’shair."Perhapswewill,"shemurmured."Perhapsthatisjustwhatwewilldo."

           

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