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Catelyn

           I’llwageryou,heeatstoomanybeans,hebreakswindjustlikeme,butyou’llneverhearhimadmitit,oh,no.What’shegottobesopuffedupaboutanyway?Onlytwosons,andoneofthem’satwistedlittlemonster.I’llmatchhimsonforson,andI’llstillhavenineteenandahalfleftwhenallofhisaredead!"Hecackled."IfLordTywinwantsmyhelp,hecanbloodywellaskforit."

           ThatwasallCatelynneededtohear."Iamaskingforyourhelp,mylord,"shesaidhumbly."Andmyfatherandmybrotherandmylordhusbandandmysonsareaskingwithmyvoice."

           LordWalderjabbedabonyfingeratherface."Saveyoursweetwords,mylady.SweetwordsIgetfrommywife.Didyouseeher?Sixteensheis,alittleflower,andherhoney’sonlyforme.Iwagershegivesmeasonbythistimenextyear.PerhapsI’llmakehimheir,wouldn’tthatboiltherestofthem?"

           "I’mcertainshewillgiveyoumanysons."

           Hisheadbobbedupanddown."Yourlordfatherdidnotcometothewedding.Aninsult,asIseeit.Evenifheisdying.Henevercametomylastweddingeither.HecallsmetheLateLordFrey,youknow.DoeshethinkI’mdead?I’mnotdead,andIpromiseyou,I’lloutlivehimasIoutlivedhisfather.Yourfamilyhasalwayspissedonme,don’tdenyit,don’tlie,youknowit’strue.Yearsago,Iwenttoyourfatherandsuggestedamatchbetweenhissonandmydaughter.

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