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Catelyn

           Catelynwatchedabreezestirhisauburnhair,solikeherown,andwonderedwhenhersonhadgrownsobig.Fifteen,andnearastallasshewas.

           Lethimgrowtaller,sheaskedthegods.Lethimknowsixteen,andtwenty,andfifty.Lethimgrowastallashisfather,andholdhisownsoninhisarms.Please,please,please.Asshewatchedhim,thistallyoungmanwiththenewbeardandthedirewolfprowlingathisheels,allshecouldseewasthebabetheyhadlaidatherbreastatRiverrun,solongago.

           Thenightwaswarm,butthethoughtofRiverrunwasenoughtomakehershiver.Wherearethey?shewondered.Couldherunclehavebeenwrong?Somuchrestedonthetruthofwhathehadtoldthem.RobbhadgiventheBlackfishthreehundredpickedmen,andsentthemaheadtoscreenhismarch."Jaimedoesnotknow,"SerBryndensaidwhenherodeback."I’llstakemylifeonthat.Nobirdhasreachedhim,myarchershaveseentothat.We’veseenafewofhisoutriders,butthosethatsawusdidnotlivetotellofit.Heoughttohavesentoutmore.Hedoesnotknow."

           "Howlargeishishost?"hersonasked.

           "Twelvethousandfoot,scatteredaroundthecastleinthreeseparatecamps,withtheriversbetween,"herunclesaid,withthecraggysmilesherememberedsowell."ThereisnootherwaytobesiegeRiverrun,yetstill,thatwillbetheirundoing.Twoorthreethousandhorse."

           "TheKingslayerhasusthreetoone,"saidGalbartGlover.

           ‘Trueenough,"SerBryndensaid,"yetthereisonethingSerJaimelacks."

           "Yes?"Robbasked.

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