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Catelyn

           

           Theyhadlaidhimoutonatrestletableandcoveredhimwithabanner,thewhitebannerofHouseStarkwithitsgreydirewolfsigil."Iwouldlookonhim,"Catelynsaid.

           "Onlythebonesremain,mylady."

           "Iwouldlookonhim,"sherepeated.

           Oneofthesilentsistersturneddownthebanner.

           Bones,Catelynthought.ThisisnotNed,thisisnotthemanIloved,thefatherofmychildren.Hishandswereclaspedtogetheroverhischest,skeletalfingerscurledaboutthehiltofsomelongsword,buttheywerenotNed’shands,sostrongandfulloflife.TheyhaddressedthebonesinNed’ssurcoat,thefinewhitevelvetwiththedirewolfbadgeovertheheart,butnothingremainedofthewarmfleshthathadpillowedherheadsomanynights,thearmsthathadheldher.Theheadhadbeenrejoinedtothebodywithfinesilverwire,butoneskulllooksmuchlikeanother,andinthoseemptyhollowsshefoundnotraceofherlord’sdarkgreyeyes,eyesthatcouldbesoftasafogorhardasstone.Theygavehiseyestocrows,sheremembered.

           Catelynturnedaway."Thatisnothissword."

           "Icewasnotreturnedtous,mylady,"Utherydessaid."OnlyLordEddard’sbones."

           "IsupposeImustthankthequeenforeventhatmuch."

           "ThanktheImp,mylady.Itwashisdoing."

           OnedayIwillthankthemall

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