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Catelyn

           Renlypushedbackhishair.Briennebounditwithavelvettieandpulledapaddedcapdownoverhisears,tocushiontheweightofhishelm."ThankstotheOnionKnightwewereneverreducedtodiningoncorpses,butitwasaclosething.ToocloseforSerGawen,whodiedinhiscell."

           "YourGrace."Catelynhadwaitedpatiently,buttimegrewshort."Youpromisedmeaword."

           Renlynodded."Seetoyourbattles,mylords...oh,andifBarristanSelmyisatmybrother’sside,Iwanthimspared."

           "There’sbeennowordofSerBarristansinceJoffreycasthimout,"LordRowanobjected.

           "Iknowthatoldman.Heneedsakingtoguard,orwhoishe?Yethenevercametome,andLadyCatelynsaysheisnotwithRobbStarkatRiverrun.WhereelsebutwithStannis?"

           "Asyousay,YourGrace.Noharmwillcometohim."Thelordsboweddeeplyanddeparted.

           "Sayyoursay,LadyStark,"Renlysaid.Brienneswepthiscloakoverhisbroadshoulders.Itwascloth-of-gold,heavy,withthecrownedstagofBaratheonpickedoutinflakesofjet.

           "TheLannisterstriedtokillmysonBran.AthousandtimesIhaveaskedmyselfwhy.Yourbrothergavememyanswer.Therewasahuntthedayhefell.RobertandNedandmostoftheothermenrodeoutafterboar,butJaimeLannisterremainedatWinterfell,asdidthequeen."

           Renlywasnotslowtotaketheimplication.

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