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Catelyn

           SheheardRenlybeginajest,hisshadowmoving,liftingitssword,blackongreen,candlesguttering,shivering,somethingwasqueer,wrong,andthenshesawRenly’sswordstillinitsscabbard,sheathedstill,buttheshadowsword...

           "Cold,"saidRenlyinasmallpuzzledvoice,aheartbeatbeforethesteelofhisgorgetpartedlikecheeseclothbeneaththeshadowofabladethatwasnotthere.Hehadtimetomakeasmallthickgaspbeforethebloodcamegushingoutofhisthroat.

           "YourGrno!"criedBriennetheBluewhenshesawthatevilflow,soundingasscaredasanylittlegirl.Thekingstumbledintoherarms,asheetofbloodcreepingdownthefrontofhisarmor,adarkredtidethatdrownedhisgreenandgold.Morecandlesgutteredout.Renlytriedtospeak,buthewaschokingonhisownblood.Hislegscollapsed,andonlyBrienne’sstrengthheldhimup.Shethrewbackherheadandscreamed,wordlessinheranguish.

           Theshadow.Somethingdarkandevilhadhappenedhere,sheknew,somethingthatshecouldnotbegintounderstand.Renlynevercastthatshadow.Deathcameinthatdoorandblewthelifeoutofhimasswiftasthewindsnuffedouthiscandles.

           OnlyafewinstantspassedbeforeRobarRoyceandEmmonCuycameburstingin,thoughitfeltlikehalfthenight.Apairofmen-at-armscrowdedinbehindwithtorches.WhentheysawRenlyinBrienne’sarms,andherdrenchedwiththeking’sblood,SerRobargaveacryofhorror.

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