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"
And
that
will
be
just
as
Lord
Tywin
desires
.
Even
terror
has
its
purpose
,
Cat
.
Lannister
wants
to
provoke
us
to
battle
.
"
"
Robb
is
like
to
give
him
that
wish
,
"
Catelyn
said
,
fretful
.
"
He
is
restless
as
a
cat
sitting
here
,
and
Edmure
and
the
Greatjon
and
the
others
will
urge
him
on
.
"
Her
son
had
won
two
great
victories
,
smashing
Jaime
Lannister
in
the
Whispering
Wood
and
routing
his
leaderless
host
outside
the
walls
of
Riverrun
in
the
Battle
of
the
Camps
,
but
from
the
way
some
of
his
bannermen
spoke
of
him
,
he
might
have
been
Aegon
the
Conqueror
reborn
.
Brynden
Blackfish
arched
a
bushy
grey
eyebrow
.
"
More
fool
they
.
My
first
rule
of
war
,
Cat
—
never
give
the
enemy
his
wish
.
Lord
Tywin
would
like
to
fight
on
a
field
of
his
own
choosing
.
He
wants
us
to
march
on
Harrenhal
.
"
"
Harrenhal
.
"
Every
child
of
the
Trident
knew
the
tales
told
of
Harrenhal
,
the
vast
fortress
that
King
Harren
the
Black
had
raised
beside
the
waters
of
Gods
Eye
three
hundred
years
past
,
when
the
Seven
Kingdoms
had
been
seven
kingdoms
,
and
the
riverlands
were
ruled
by
the
ironmen
from
the
islands
.
In
his
pride
,
Harren
had
desired
the
highest
hall
and
tallest
towers
in
all
Westeros
.
Forty
years
it
had
taken
,
rising
like
a
great
shadow
on
the
shore
of
the
lake
while
Harren
’
s
armies
plundered
his
neighbors
for
stone
,
lumber
,
gold
,
and
workers
.
Thousands
of
captives
died
in
his
quarries
,
chained
to
his
sledges
,
or
laboring
on
his
five
colossal
towers
.
Men
froze
by
winter
and
sweltered
in
summer
.
Weirwoods
that
had
stood
three
thousand
years
were
cut
down
for
beams
and
rafters
.
Harren
had
beggared
the
riverlands
and
the
Iron
Islands
alike
to
ornament
his
dream
.
And
when
at
last
Harrenhal
stood
complete
,
on
the
very
day
King
Harren
took
up
residence
,
Aegon
the
Conqueror
had
come
ashore
at
King
’
s
Landing
.
Catelyn
could
remember
hearing
Old
Nan
tell
the
story
to
her
own
children
,
back
at
Winterfell
.
"
And
King
Harren
learned
that
thick
walls
and
high
towers
are
small
use
against
dragons
,
"
the
tale
always
ended
.
"
For
dragons
fly
.
"
Harren
and
all
his
line
had
perished
in
the
fires
that
engulfed
his
monstrous
fortress
,
and
every
house
that
held
Harrenhal
since
had
come
to
misfortune
.
Strong
it
might
be
,
but
it
was
a
dark
place
,
and
cursed
.
"
I
would
not
have
Robb
fight
a
battle
in
the
shadow
of
that
keep
,
"
Catelyn
admitted
.
"
Yet
we
must
do
something
,
Uncle
.
"
"
And
soon
,
"
her
uncle
agreed
.
"
I
have
not
told
you
the
worst
of
it
,
child
.
The
men
I
sent
west
have
brought
back
word
that
a
new
host
is
gathering
at
Casterly
Rock
.
"
Another
Lannister
army
.
The
thought
made
her
ill
.
"
Robb
must
be
told
at
once
.
Who
will
command
?
"
"
Ser
Stafford
Lannister
,
it
’
s
said
.
"
He
turned
to
gaze
out
over
the
rivers
,
his
red
-
and
-
blue
cloak
stirring
in
the
breeze
.
