Catelyn

           Themeetingplacewasagrassyswarddottedwithpalegreymushroomsandtherawstumpsoffelledtrees.

           "Wearethefirst,mylady,"HallisMollensaidastheyreinedupamidstthestumps,alonebetweenthearmies.ThedirewolfbannerofHouseStarkflappedandflutteredatopthelancehebore.Catelyncouldnotseetheseafromhere,butshecouldfeelhowcloseitwas.Thesmellofsaltwasheavyonthewindgustingfromtheeast.

           StannisBaratheon’sforagershadcutthetreesdownforhissiegetowersandcatapults.Catelynwonderedhowlongthegrovehadstood,andwhetherNedhadrestedherewhenheledhishostsouthtoliftthelastsiegeofStorm’sEnd.Hehadwonagreatvictorythatday,allthegreaterforbeingbloodless.

           GodsgrantthatIshalldothesame,Catelynprayed.Herownliegementhoughtshewasmadeventocome."Thisisnofightofours,mylady,"SerWendelManderlyhadsaid."Iknowthekingwouldnotwishhismothertoputherselfatrisk."

           "Weareallatrisk,"shetoldhim,perhapstoosharply."DoyouthinkIwishtobehere,ser?"IbelongatRiverrunwithmydyingfather,atWinterfellwithmysons."Robbsentmesouthtospeakforhim,andspeakforhimIshall."Itwouldbenoeasythingtoforgeapeacebetweenthesebrothers,Catelynknew,yetforthegoodoftherealm,itmustbetried.

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