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Catelyn

           TotheFather,sheprayedforjustice,thestrengthtoseekitandthewisdomtoknowit,andsheaskedtheWarriortokeepRobbstrongandshieldhiminhisbattles.LastlysheturnedtotheCrone,whosestatuesoftenshowedherwithalampinonehand."Guideme,wiselady,"sheprayed."ShowmethepathImustwalk,anddonotletmestumbleinthedarkplacesthatlieahead."

           Finallytherewerefootstepsbehindher,andanoiseatthedoor."Mylady,"SerRobarsaidgently,"pardon,butourtimeisatanend.Wemustbebackbeforethedawnbreaks."

           Catelynrosestiffly.Herkneesached,andshewouldhavegivenmuchforafeatherbedandapillowjustthen."Thankyou,ser.Iamready."

           Theyrodeinsilencethroughsparsewoodlandwherethetreesleaneddrunkenlyawayfromthesea.ThenervouswhinnyofhorsesandtheclankofsteelguidedthembacktoRenly’scamp.Thelongranksofmanandhorsewerearmoredindarkness,asblackasiftheSmithhadhammerednightitselfintosteel.Therewerebannerstoherright,bannerstoherleft,andrankonrankofbannersbeforeher,butinthepredawngloom,neithercolorsnorsigilscouldbediscerned.Agreyarmy,Catelynthought.Greymenongreyhorsesbeneathgreybanners.Astheysattheirhorseswaiting,Renly’sshadowknightspointedtheirlancesupward,sosherodethroughaforestoftallnakedtrees,bereftofleavesandlife.

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