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Catelyn

           "Youaremyfirstborn,Robb.Ihaveonlytolookatyoutorememberthedayyoucameintotheworld,red-facedandsqualling."

           Herose,clearlyuncomfortablewithhertouch,andwalkedtothehearth.GreyWindrubbedhisheadagainsthisleg."Youknow...aboutFather?"

           "Yes."ThereportsofRobert’ssuddendeathandNed’sfallhadfrightenedCatelynmorethanshecouldsay,butshewouldnotlethersonseeherfear."LordManderlytoldmewhenIlandedatWhiteHarbor.Haveyouhadanywordofyoursisters?"

           "Therewasaletter,"Robbsaid,scratchinghisdirewolfunderthejaw."Oneforyouaswell,butitcametoWinterfellwithmine."Hewenttothetable,rummagedamongsomemapsandpapers,andreturnedwithacrumpledparchment."Thisistheoneshewroteme,Ineverthoughttobringyours."

           SomethinginRobb’stonetroubledher.Shesmoothedoutthepaperandread.Concerngavewaytodisbelief,thentoanger,andlastlytofear."ThisisCersei’sletter,notyoursister’s,"shesaidwhenshewasdone."TherealmessageisinwhatSansadoesnotsay.AllthisabouthowkindlyandgentlytheLannistersaretreatingher...Iknowthesoundofathreat,evenwhispered.TheyhaveSansahostage,andtheymeantokeepher."

           "There’snomentionofArya,"Robbpointedout,miserable.

           "No."Catelyndidnotwanttothinkwhatthatmightmean,notnow,nothere.

           "Ihadhoped...ifyoustillheldtheImp,atradeofhostages..."

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