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Catelyn

           TheBlackfishwasatall,leanman,greyofhairandpreciseinhismovements,hisclean-shavenfacelinedandwind-burnt."Howishe?"heasked,andsheknewhedidnotmeanRobb.

           "Muchthesame.Themaestergiveshimdreamwineandmilkofthepoppyforhispain,sohesleepsmostofthetime,andeatstoolittle.Heseemsweakerwitheachdaythatpasses."

           "Doeshespeak?"

           "Yes...butthereislessandlesssensetothethingshesays.Hetalksofhisregrets,ofunfinishedtasks,ofpeoplelongdeadandtimeslongpast.Sometimeshedoesnotknowwhatseasonitis,orwhoIam.OncehecalledmebyMother’sname."

           "Hemissesherstill,"SerBryndenanswered."Youhaveherface.Icanseeitinyourcheekbones,andyourjaw..."

           "YouremembermoreofherthanIdo.Ithasbeenalongtime."Sheseatedherselfonthebedandbrushedawayastrandoffinewhitehairthathadfallenacrossherfather’sface.

           "EachtimeIrideout,IwonderifIshallfindhimaliveordeadonmyreturn."Despitetheirquarrels,therewasadeepbondbetweenherfatherandthebrotherhehadoncedisowned.

           "Atleastyoumadeyourpeacewithhim."

           Theysatforatimeinsilence,untilCatelynraisedherhead."YouspokeoftidingsthatRobbneededtohear?"LordHostermoanedandrolledontohisside,almostasifhehadheard.

           Bryndenstood."Comeoutside.

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