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Catelyn

           

           Thatnighttheycameagain.Shehadcommandedthemtowakeheratonceiftheenemyreturned,andwellaftermidnightaservinggirltouchedhergentlybytheshoulder.Catelynsatupatonce."Whatisit?"

           "Thefordagain,mylady."

           Wrappedinabed-robe,Catelynclimbedtotheroofofthekeep.Fromthereshecouldseeoverthewallsandthemoonlitrivertowherethebattleraged.Thedefendershadbuiltwatchfiresalongthebank,andperhapstheLannistersthoughttofindthemnight-blindorunwary.Ifso,itwasfolly.Darknesswasachancyallyatbest.Astheywadedintobreasttheirwayacross,mensteppedinhiddenpoolsandwentdownsplashing,whileothersstumbledoverstonesorgashedtheirfeetonthehiddencaltrops.TheMallisterbowmensentastormoffirearrowshissingacrosstheriver,strangelybeautifulfromafar.Oneman,piercedthroughadozentimes,hisclothesafire,dancedandwhirledintheknee-deepwateruntilatlasthefellandwassweptdownstream.BythetimehisbodycamebobbingpastRiverrun,thefiresandhislifehadbothbeenextinguished.

           Asmallvictory,Catelynthoughtwhenthefightinghadendedandthesurvivingfoemenhadmeltedbackintothenight,yetavictorynonetheless.Astheydescendedthewindingturretsteps,CatelynaskedBrienneforherthoughts."ThatwasthebrushofLordTywin’sfingertip,mylady,"thegirlsaid."Heisprobing,feelingforaweakpoint,anundefendedcrossing.

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