Catelyn

           Thewoodswerefullofwhispers.

           Moonlightwinkedonthetumblingwatersofthestreambelowasitwounditsrockywayalongthefloorofthevalley.Beneaththetrees,warhorseswhickeredsoftlyandpawedatthemoist,leafyground,whilemenmadenervousjestsinhushedvoices.Nowandagain,sheheardthechinkofspears,thefaintmetallicslitherofchainmail,buteventhosesoundsweremuffled.

           "Itshouldnotbelongnow,mylady,"HallisMollensaid.Hehadaskedforthehonorofprotectingherinthebattletocome;itwashisright,asWinterfell’scaptainofguards,andRobbhadnotrefusedittohim.Shehadthirtymenaroundher,chargedtokeepherunharmedandseehersafelyhometoWinterfellifthefightingwentagainstthem.Robbhadwantedfifty;Catelynhadinsistedthattenwouldbeenough,thathewouldneedeveryswordforthefight.Theymadetheirpeaceatthirty,neitherhappywithit.

           "Itwillcomewhenitcomes,"Catelyntoldhim.Whenitcame,sheknewitwouldmeandeath.Hal’sdeathperhaps...orhers,orRobb’s.Noonewassafe.Nolifewascertain.Catelynwascontenttowait,tolistentothewhispersinthewoodsandthefaintmusicofthebrook,tofeelthewarmwindinherhair.

           Shewasnostrangertowaiting,afterall.Hermenhadalwaysmadeherwait."Watchforme,littlecat,"herfatherwouldalwaystellher,whenherodeofftocourtorfairorbattle.Andshewould,standingpatientlyonthebattlementsofRiverrunasthewatersoftheRedForkandtheTumblestoneflowedby.

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