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Catelyn

           "Mylady,"hesaidsoftly,"Icannotkeeptheendatbaymuchlonger.Weoughtsendariderafterhisbrother.SerBryndenwouldwishtobehere."

           "Yes,"Catelynsaid,hervoicethickwithhergrief.

           "AndtheLadyLysaaswell,perhaps?"

           "Lysawillnotcome."

           "Ifyouwroteheryourself,perhaps..."

           "Iwillputsomewordstopaper,ifthatpleaseyou."ShewonderedwhoLysa’s"wretchedstripling"hadbeen.Someyoungsquireorhedgeknight,likeasnot...thoughbythevehemencewithwhichLordHosterhadopposedhim,hemighthavebeenatradesman’ssonorbasebornapprentice,evenasinger.Lysahadalwaysbeentoofondofsingers.Imustnotblameher.JonArrynwastwentyyearsolderthanourfather,howevernoble.

           ThetowerherbrotherhadsetasideforherusewastheverysamethatsheandLysahadsharedasmaids.Itwouldfeelgoodtosleeponafeatherbedagain,withawarmfireinthehearth;whenshewasrestedtheworldwouldseemlessbleak.

           ButoutsideherchambersshefoundUtherydesWaynwaitingwithtwowomencladingrey,theirfacescowledsavefortheireyes.Catelynknewatoncewhytheywerehere."Ned?"

           Thesistersloweredtheirgaze.Utherydessaid,"SerCleosbroughthimfromKing’sLanding,mylady."

           "Takemetohim,"shecommanded.

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