Catelyn

           "TellFatherIhavegonetomakehimproud."Herbrotherswungupintohissaddle,everyinchthelordinhisbrightmailandflowingmud-and-watercloak.Asilvertroutornamentedthecrestofhisgreathelm,twintotheonepaintedonhisshield.

           "Hewasalwaysproudofyou,Edmure.Andhelovesyoufiercely.Believethat."

           "Imeantogivehimbetterreasonthanmerebirth."Hewheeledhiswarhorseaboutandraisedahand.Trumpetssounded,adrumbegantoboom,thedrawbridgedescendedinfitsandstarts,andSerEdmureTullyledhismenoutfromRiverrunwithlancesraisedandbannersstreaming.

           Ihaveagreaterhostthanyours,brother,Catelynthoughtasshewatchedthemgo.Ahostofdoubtsandfears.

           Besideher,Brienne’smiserywasalmostpalpable.Catelynhadorderedgarmentssewntohermeasure,handsomegownstosuitherbirthandsex,yetstillshepreferredtodressinoddmentsofmailandboiledleather,aswordbeltcinchedaroundherwaist.ShewouldhavebeenhappierridingtowarwithEdmure,nodoubt,butevenwallsasstrongasRiverrun’srequiredswordstoholdthem.Herbrotherhadtakeneveryable-bodiedmanforthefords,leavingSerDesmondGrelltocommandagarrisonmadeupofthewounded,theold,andthesick,alongwithafewsquiresandsomeuntrainedpeasantboysstillshyofmanhood.This,todefendacastlecrammedfullofwomenandchildren.

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