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Catelyn

           

           Briennepausedtolistenforamoment,broadshouldershunchedandthickarmscrossedagainstherchest.Amobofraggedboysracedby,screechingandflailingateachotherwithsticks.Whydoboyssolovetoplayatwar?CatelynwonderedifRymundwastheanswer.Thesinger’svoiceswelledashenearedtheendofhissong.

           Andredthegrassbeneathhisfeet,

           andredhisbannersbright,

           andredtheglowofthesettingsun

           thatbathedhiminitslight.

           "Comeon,comeon,"thegreatlordcalled,

           "myswordishungrystill."

           Andwithacryofsavagerage,

           Theyswarmedacrosstherill...

           "Fightingisbetterthanthiswaiting,"Briennesaid."Youdon’tfeelsohelplesswhenyoufight.Youhaveaswordandahorse,sometimesanaxe.Whenyou’rearmoredit’shardforanyonetohurtyou."

           "Knightsdieinbattle,"Catelynremindedher.

           Briennelookedatherwiththoseblueandbeautifuleyes."Asladiesdieinchildbed.Noonesingssongsaboutthem."

           "Childrenareabattleofadifferentsort."Catelynstartedacrosstheyard."Abattlewithoutbannersorwarhorns,butnolessfierce.Carryingachild,bringingitintotheworld...yourmotherwillhavetoldyouofthepain..."

           "Ineverknewmymother,"Briennesaid."Myfatherhadladies...

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