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Catelyn

           Herbrotherwouldsoonerfacebattlethanthatsickroom.

           Theshortestwaytothecentralkeepwhereherfatherlaydyingwasthroughthegodswood,withitsgrassandwildflowersandthickstandsofelmandredwood.Awealthofrustlingleavesstillclungtothebranchesofthetrees,allignorantofthewordthewhiteravenhadbroughttoRiverrunafortnightpast.Autumnhadcome,theConclavehaddeclared,butthegodshadnotseenfittotellthewindsandwoodsasyet.ForthatCatelynwasdulygrateful.Autumnwasalwaysafearfultime,withthespecterofwinterloomingahead.Eventhewisestmanneverknewwhetherhisnextharvestwouldbethelast.

           HosterTully,LordofRiverrun,layabedinhissolar,withitscommandingviewtotheeastwheretheriversTumblestoneandRedForkmetbeyondthewallsofhiscastle.HewassleepingwhenCatelynentered,hishairandbeardaswhiteashisfeatherbed,hisonce-portlyframeturnedsmallandfrailbythedeaththatgrewwithinhim.

           Besidethebed,stilldressedinmailhauberkandtravel-stainedcloak,satherfather’sbrother,theBlackfish.Hisbootsweredustyandspatteredwithdriedmud."DoesRobbknowyouarereturned,Uncle?"SerBryndenTullywasRobb’seyesandears,thecommanderofhisscoutsandoutriders.

           "No.Icameherestraightfromthestables,whentheytoldmethekingwasholdingcourt.HisGracewillwanttohearmytidingsinprivatefirstI’dthink."

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