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Catelyn

           Herewasahushinthenight,moonlightandshadows,athickcarpetofdeadleavesunderfoot,denselywoodedridgesslopinggentlydowntothestreambed,theunderbrushthinningasthegroundfellaway.

           Herewashersononhisstallion,glancingbackatheronelasttimeandliftinghisswordinsalute.

           HerewasthecallofMaegeMormont’swarhorn,alonglowblastthatrolleddownthevalleyfromtheeast,totellthemthatthelastofJaime’sridershadenteredthetrap.

           AndGreyWindthrewbackhisheadandhowled.

           ThesoundseemedtogorightthroughCatelynStark,andshefoundherselfshivering.Itwasaterriblesound,afrighteningsound,yettherewasmusicinittoo.ForasecondshefeltsomethinglikepityfortheLannistersbelow.Sothisiswhatdeathsoundslike,shethought.

           HAAroooooooooooooooooooooooocametheanswerfromthefarridgeastheGreatjonwindedhisownhorn.Toeastandwest,thetrumpetsoftheMallistersandFreysblewvengeance.North,wherethevalleynarrowedandbentlikeacockedelbow,LordKarstark’swarhornsaddedtheirowndeep,mournfulvoicestothedarkchorus.Menwereshoutingandhorsesrearinginthestreambelow.

           Thewhisperingwoodletoutitsbreathallatonce,asthebowmenRobbhadhiddeninthebranchesofthetreesletflytheirarrowsandthenighteruptedwiththescreamsofmenandhorses.Allaroundher,theridersraisedtheirlances,andthedirtandleavesthathadburiedthecruelbrightpointsfellawaytorevealthegleamofsharpenedsteel.

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