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Catelyn

           Heseemedtallerthanwhenshe’dleft,andthewispsofbearddidmakehimlookolder."Edmurewassixteenwhenhegrewhisfirstwhiskers."

           "Iwillbesixteensoonenough,"Robbsaid.

           "Andyouarefifteennow.Fifteen,andleadingahosttobattle.CanyouunderstandwhyImightfear,Robb?"

           Hislookgrewstubborn."Therewasnooneelse."

           "Noone?"shesaid."Pray,whowerethosemenIsawhereamomentago?RooseBolton,RickardKarstark,GalbartandRobettGlover,theGreatjon,HelmanTallhart...youmighthavegiventhecommandtoanyofthem.Godsbegood,youmightevenhavesentTheon,thoughhewouldnotbemychoice."

           "TheyarenotStarks,"hesaid.

           "Theyaremen,Robb,seasonedinbattle.Youwerefightingwithwoodenswordslessthanayearpast."

           Shesawangerinhiseyesatthat,butitwasgoneasquickasitcame,andsuddenlyhewasaboyagain."Iknow,"hesaid,abashed."Areyou...areyousendingmebacktoWinterfell?"

           Catelynsighed."Ishould.Yououghtneverhaveleft.YetIdarenot,notnow.Youhavecometoofar.Somedaytheselordswilllooktoyouastheirliege.IfIpackyouoffnow,likeachildbeingsenttobedwithouthissupper,theywillremember,andlaughaboutitintheircups.Thedaywillcomewhenyouneedthemtorespectyou,evenfearyoualittle.Laughterispoisontofear.Iwillnotdothattoyou,muchasImightwishtokeepyousafe."

           "Youhavemythanks,Mother,"hesaid,hisreliefobviousbeneaththeformality.

           Shereachedacrosshistableandtouchedhishair.

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