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Catelyn

           SerGregorhimselfhadlosthishorseandstaggeredbackacrosstheRedForkbleedingfromadozenwoundswhilearainofarrowsandstonesfellallaroundhim."Theyshallnotcross,Cat,"Edmurescrawled,"LordTywinismarchingtothesoutheast.Afeintperhaps,orfullretreat,itmattersnot.Theyshallnotcross."

           SerDesmondGrellhadbeenelated."Oh,ifonlyImighthavebeenwithhim,"theoldknightsaidwhenshereadhimtheletter."WhereisthatfoolRymund?There’sasonginthis,bythegods,andonethatevenEdmurewillwanttohear.ThemillthatgroundtheMountaindown,Icouldalmostmakethewordsmyself,hadIthesinger’sgift."

           "I’llhearnosongsuntilthefighting’sdone,"Catelynsaid,perhapstoosharply.YetsheallowedSerDesmondtospreadtheword,andagreedwhenhesuggestedbreakingopensomecasksinhonorofStoneMill.ThemoodwithinRiverrunhadbeenstrainedandsomber;theywouldallbebetterforalittledrinkandhope.

           Thatnightthecastlerangtothesoundsofcelebration."Riverrun!"thesmallfolkshouted,and"Tully!Tully!"They’dcomefrightenedandhelpless,andherbrotherhadtakentheminwhenmostlordswouldhaveclosedtheirgates.Theirvoicesfloatedinthroughthehighwindows,andseepedundertheheavyredwooddoors.Rymundplayedhisharp,accompaniedbyapairofdrummersandayouthwithasetofreedpipes

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