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Catelyn

           "Buthesaid...hewrote...hetoldme,he..."

           "Mylady,whatisit?Isitsomenewsofyoursons?"

           Suchasimplequestionthatwas;wouldthattheanswercouldbeassimple.WhenCatelyntriedtospeak,thewordscaughtinherthroat."IhavenosonsbutRobb."Shemanagedthoseterriblewordswithoutasob,andforthatmuchshewasglad.

           Briennelookedatherwithhorror."Mylady?"

           "BranandRickontriedtoescape,butweretakenatamillontheAcornWater.TheonGreyjoyhasmountedtheirheadsonthewallsofWinterfell.TheonGreyjoy,whoateatmytablesincehewasaboyoften."Ihavesaidit,godsforgiveme.Ihavesaiditandmadeittrue.

           Brienne’sfacewasawateryblur.Shereachedacrossthetable,butherfingersstoppedshortofCatelyn’s,asifthetouchmightbeunwelcome."I...therearenowords,mylady.Mygoodlady.Yoursons,they...they’rewiththegodsnow."

           "Arethey?"Catelynsaidsharply."Whatgodwouldletthishappen?Rickonwasonlyababy.Howcouldhedeservesuchadeath?AndBran...whenIleftthenorth,hehadnotopenedhiseyessincehisfall.Ihadtogobeforehewoke.NowIcanneverreturntohim,orhearhimlaughagain."SheshowedBrienneherpalms,herfingers."Thesescars...theysentamantocutBran’sthroatashelaysleeping.Hewouldhavediedthen,andmewithhim,butBran’swolftoreouttheman’sthroat."Thatgaveheramoment’spause.

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