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Catelyn

           

           Thefirehadreachedthewallandwascreepingupthesideofthetent.SerEmmonwaspressingBriennehard,himinhisenameledyellowsteelandherinwool.HehadforgottenCatelyn,untiltheironbraziercamecrashingintothebackofhishead.Helmedashewas,theblowdidnolastingharm,butitsenthimtohisknees."Brienne,withme,"Catelyncommanded.Thegirlwasnotslowtoseethechance.Aslash,andthegreensilkparted.Theysteppedoutintodarknessandthechillofdawn.Loudvoicescamefromtheothersideofthepavilion."Thisway,"Catelynurged,"andslowly.Wemustnotrun,ortheywillaskwhy.Walkeasy,asifnothingwereamiss."

           BriennethrustherswordbladethroughherbeltandfellinbesideCatelyn.Thenightairsmelledofrain.Behindthem,theking’spavilionwaswellablaze,flamesrisinghighagainstthedark.Noonemadeanymovetostopthem.Menrushedpastthem,shoutingoffireandmurderandsorcery.Othersstoodinsmallgroupsandspokeinlowvoices.Afewwerepraying,andoneyoungsquirewasonhisknees,sobbingopenly.

           Renly’sbattleswerealreadycomingapartastherumorsspreadfrommouthtomouth.Thenightfireshadburnedlow,andastheeastbegantolightentheimmensemassofStorm’sEndemergedlikeadreamofstonewhilewispsofpalemistracedacrossthefield,flyingfromthesunonwingsofwind.Morningghosts,shehadheardOldNancallthemonce,spiritsreturningtotheirgraves.

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