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Catelyn

           

           "Kneelbeforetheking,Lannister!"TheonGreyjoyshouted.SerRobinforcedtheprisonertohisknees.

           Hedidnotlookalion,Catelynreflected.ThisSerCleosFreywasasonoftheLadyGennawhowassistertoLordTywinLannister,buthehadnoneofthefabledLannisterbeauty,thefairhairandgreeneyes.Insteadhehadinheritedthestringybrownlocks,weakchin,andthinfaceofhissire,SerEmmonFrey,oldLordWalder’ssecondson.Hiseyeswerepaleandwateryandhecouldnotseemtostopblinking,butperhapsthatwasonlythelight.ThecellsbelowRiverrunweredarkanddamp...andthesedayscrowdedaswell.

           "Rise,SerCleos."Herson’svoicewasnotasicyashisfather’swouldhavebeen,buthedidnotsoundaboyoffifteeneither.Warhadmadeamanofhimbeforehistime.Morninglightglimmeredfaintlyagainsttheedgeofthesteelacrosshisknees.

           YetitwasnottheswordthatmadeSerCleosFreyanxious;itwasthebeast.GreyWind,hersonhadnamedhim.Adirewolflargeasanyelkhound,leanandsmoke-dark,witheyeslikemoltengold.Whenthebeastpaddedforwardandsniffedatthecaptiveknight,everymaninthathallcouldsmellthescentoffear.SerCleoshadbeentakenduringthebattleintheWhisperingWood,whereGreyWindhadrippedoutthethroatsofhalfadozenmen.

           Theknightscrambledup,edgingawaywithsuchalacritythatsomeofthewatcherslaughedaloud."Thankyou,mylord."

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