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Catelyn

           WhereStorm’sEndstoodwasonlyadeeperdarkness,awallofblackthroughwhichnostarscouldshine,butshecouldseetorchesmovingacrossthefieldswhereLordStannishadmadehiscamp.

           ThecandleswithinRenly’spavilionmadetheshimmeringsilkenwallsseemtoglow,transformingthegreattentintoamagicalcastlealivewithemeraldlight.TwooftheRainbowGuardstoodsentryatthedoortotheroyalpavilion.ThegreenlightshonestrangelyagainstthepurpleplumsofSerParmen’ssurcoat,andgaveasicklyhuetothesunflowersthatcoveredeveryinchofSerEmmon’senameledyellowplate.Longsilkenplumesflewfromtheirhelms,andrainbowcloaksdrapedtheirshoulders.

           Within,CatelynfoundBriennearmoringthekingforbattlewhiletheLordsTarlyandRowanspokeofdispositionsandtactics.Itwaspleasantlywarminside,theheatshimmeringoffthecoalsinadozensmallironbraziers."Imustspeakwithyou,YourGrace,"shesaid,grantinghimaking’sstyleforonce,anythingtomakehimheedher.

           "Inamoment,LadyCatelyn,"Renlyreplied.Briennefitbackplatetobreastplateoverhisquiltedtunic.Theking’sarmorwasadeepgreen,thegreenofleavesinasummerwood,sodarkitdrankthecandlelight.Goldhighlightsgleamedfrominlayandfasteningslikedistantfiresinthatwood,winkingeverytimehemoved."Praycontinue,LordMathis."

           "YourGrace,"MathisRowansaidwithasidewaysglanceatCatelyn.

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