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Catelyn

           perhapsbecausethedwarfwashere,whilethequeenwassafebehindthewallsoftheRedKeep,hundredsofleaguestothesouth.Catelynalmostwishedshehadburnedhersister’sletterbeforereadingit.

           SerRodriktuggedathiswhiskers."Poison,well...thatcouldbethedwarf’swork,trueenough.OrCersei’s.It’ssaidpoisonisawoman’sweapon,beggingyourpardons,mylady.TheKingslayer,now...Ihavenogreatlikingfortheman,buthe’snotthesort.Toofondofthesightofbloodonthatgoldenswordofhis.Wasitpoison,mylady?"

           Catelynfrowned,vaguelyuneasy."Howelsecouldtheymakeitlookanaturaldeath?"Behindher,LordRobertshriekedwithdelightasoneofthepuppetknightsslicedtheotherinhalf,spillingafloodofredsawdustontotheterrace.Sheglancedathernephewandsighed."Theboyisutterlywithoutdiscipline.Hewillneverbestrongenoughtoruleunlessheistakenawayfromhismotherforatime."

           "Hislordfatheragreedwithyou,"saidavoiceatherelbow.SheturnedtobeholdMaesterColemon,acupofwineinhishand."HewasplanningtosendtheboytoDragonstoneforfostering,youknow...oh,butI’mspeakingoutofturn."Theappleofhisthroatbobbedanxiouslybeneaththeloosemaester’schain."IfearI’vehadtoomuchofLordHunter’sexcellentwine.Theprospectofbloodshedhasmynervesalla-fray..."

           "Youaremistaken,Maester,"Catelynsaid.

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