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Catelyn

           Catelynmadeforit,withSerBryndenandSerWendelbehindher,theirhorsessteppingslowlydownthelog-and-plankroadthathadbeenlaidacrossthegreen-and-blackfieldsofmud.

           Shefoundhersonsurroundedbyhisfather’slordsbannermen,inadraftyhallwithapeatfiresmokinginablackhearth.Hewasseatedatamassivestonetable,apileofmapsandpapersinfrontofhim,talkingintentlywithRooseBoltonandtheGreatjon.Atfirsthedidnotnoticeher...buthiswolfdid.Thegreatgreybeastwaslyingnearthefire,butwhenCatelynenteredheliftedhishead,andhisgoldeneyesmethers.Thelordsfellsilentonebyone,andRobblookedupatthesuddenquietandsawher."Mother?"hesaid,hisvoicethickwithemotion.

           Catelynwantedtoruntohim,tokisshissweetbrow,towraphiminherarmsandholdhimsotightlythathewouldnevercometoharm...buthereinfrontofhislords,shedarednot.Hewasplayingaman’spartnow,andshewouldnottakethatawayfromhim.Sosheheldherselfatthefarendofthebasaltslabtheywereusingforatable.Thedirewolfgottohisfeetandpaddedacrosstheroomtowhereshestood.Itseemedbiggerthanawolfoughttobe."You’vegrownabeard,"shesaidtoRobb,whileGreyWindsniffedherhand.

           Herubbedhisstubbledjaw,suddenlyawkward."Yes."Hischinhairswereredderthantheonesonhishead.

           "Ilikeit."Catelynstrokedthewolfshead,gently."ItmakesyoulooklikemybrotherEdmure."

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