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Catelyn

           AssheclimbedtoLordHoster’ssolar,shecouldhearthemoutside,shouting,"Tully!"and"Acup!Acuptothebraveyounglord!"Myfatherisnotdead,shewantedtoshoutdownatthem.Mysonsaredead,butmyfatherlives,damnyouall,andheisyourlordstill.

           LordHosterwasdeepinsleep."Hehadacupofdreamwinenotsolongago,mylady,"MaesterVymansaid."Forthepain.Hewillnotknowyouarehere."

           "Itmakesnomatter,"Catelynsaid.Heismoredeadthanalive,yetmorealivethanmypoorsweetsons.

           "Mylady,isthereaughtImightdoforyou?Asleepingdraught,perhaps?"

           "Thankyou,Maester,butno.Iwillnotsleepawaymygrief.BranandRickondeservebetterfromme.Goandjointhecelebration,Iwillsitwithmyfatherforatime."

           "Asyouwill,mylady."Vymanbowedandlefther.

           LordHosterlayonhisback,mouthopen,hisbreathafaintwhistlingsigh.Onehandhungovertheedgeofthemattress,apalefrailfleshlessthing,butwarmwhenshetouchedit.Sheslidherfingersthroughhisandclosedthem.NomatterhowtightlyIholdhim,Icannotkeephimhere,shethoughtsadly.Lethimgo.Yetherfingerswouldnotseemtounbend.

           "Ihavenoonetotalkwith,Father,"shetoldhim."Ipray,butthegodsdonotanswer."Lightlyshekissedhishand.Theskinwaswarm,blueveinsbranchinglikeriversbeneathhispaletranslucentskin.

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