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Catelyn

           Anoillamphungfromahookonthelowceiling.Catelyntookitdownandturneduptheflame."Brienne,seethatIamnotdisturbed."

           Nodding,Briennetookupapositionjustoutsidethecell,herhandrestingonthepommelofhersword."Myladywillcallifshehasneedofme."

           Catelynshoulderedasidetheheavywood-and-irondoorandsteppedintofouldarkness.ThiswasthebowelsofRiverrun,andsmelledthepart.Oldstrawcrackledunderfoot.Thewallswerediscoloredwithpatchesofniter.Throughthestone,shecouldhearthefaintrushoftheTumblestone.Thelamplightrevealedapailoverflowingwithfecesinonecornerandahuddledshapeinanother.Theflagonofwinestoodbesidethedoor,untouched.Somuchforthatploy.Ioughttobethankfulthatthegaolerdidnotdrinkithimself,Isuppose.

           Jaimeraisedhishandstocoverhisface,thechainsaroundhiswristsclanking."LadyStark,"hesaid,inavoicehoarsewithdisuse."IfearIaminnoconditiontoreceiveyou."

           "Lookatme,ser."

           "Thelighthurtsmyeyes.Amoment,ifyouwould."JaimeLannisterhadbeenallowednorazorsincethenighthewastakenintheWhisperingWood,andashaggybeardcoveredhisface,oncesolikethequeen’s.Glintinggoldinthelamplight,thewhiskersmadehimlooklikesomegreatyellowbeast,magnificenteveninchains.Hisunwashedhairfelltohisshouldersinropesandtangles,theclotheswererottingonhisbody,hisfacewaspaleandwasted..

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