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Robb
knew
how
ill
-
suited
a
man
like
Greatjon
Umber
would
be
to
treat
with
a
man
like
Renly
Baratheon
,
and
he
knew
that
she
knew
it
as
well
.
What
could
she
do
but
accede
,
praying
that
her
father
would
live
until
her
return
?
Had
Lord
Hoster
been
well
,
he
would
have
gone
himself
,
she
knew
.
Still
,
that
leave
-
taking
was
hard
,
hard
.
He
did
not
even
know
her
when
she
came
to
say
farewell
.
"
Minisa
,
"
he
called
her
,
"
where
are
the
children
?
My
little
Cat
,
my
sweet
Lysa
.
.
.
"
Catelyn
had
kissed
him
on
the
brow
and
told
him
his
babes
were
well
.
"
Wait
for
me
,
my
lord
,
"
she
said
as
his
eyes
closed
.
"
I
waited
for
you
,
oh
,
so
many
times
.
Now
you
must
wait
for
me
.
"
Fate
drives
me
south
and
south
again
,
Catelyn
thought
as
she
sipped
the
astringent
tea
,
when
it
is
north
I
should
be
going
,
north
to
home
.
She
had
written
to
Bran
and
Rickon
,
that
last
night
at
Riverrun
.
I
do
not
forget
you
,
my
sweet
ones
,
you
must
believe
that
.
It
is
only
that
your
brother
needs
me
more
.
"
We
ought
to
reach
the
upper
Mander
today
,
my
lady
,
"
Ser
Wendel
announced
while
Shadd
spooned
out
the
porridge
.
"
Lord
Renly
will
not
be
far
,
if
the
talk
be
true
.
"
And
what
do
I
tell
him
when
I
find
him
?
That
my
son
holds
him
no
true
king
?
She
did
not
relish
this
meeting
.
They
needed
friends
,
not
more
enemies
,
yet
Robb
would
never
bend
the
knee
in
homage
to
a
man
he
felt
had
no
claim
to
the
throne
.
Her
bowl
was
empty
,
though
she
could
scarce
remember
tasting
the
porridge
.
She
laid
it
aside
.
"
It
is
time
we
were
away
.
"
The
sooner
she
spoke
to
Renly
,
the
sooner
she
could
turn
for
home
.
She
was
the
first
one
mounted
,
and
she
set
the
pace
for
the
column
.
Hal
Mollen
rode
beside
her
,
bearing
the
banner
of
House
Stark
,
the
grey
direwolf
on
an
ice
-
white
field
.
They
were
still
a
half
-
day
’
s
ride
from
Renly
’
s
camp
when
they
were
taken
.
Robin
Flint
had
ranged
ahead
to
scout
,
and
he
came
galloping
back
with
word
of
a
far
-
eyes
watching
from
the
roof
of
a
distant
windmill
.
By
the
time
Catelyn
’
s
party
reached
the
mill
,
the
man
was
long
gone
.
They
pressed
on
,
covering
not
quite
a
mile
before
Renly
’
s
outriders
came
swooping
down
on
them
,
twenty
men
mailed
and
mounted
,
led
by
a
grizzled
greybeard
of
a
knight
with
bluejays
on
his
surcoat
.
When
he
saw
her
banners
,
he
trotted
up
to
her
alone
.
"
My
lady
,
"
he
called
,
"
I
am
Ser
Colen
of
Greenpools
,
as
it
please
you
.
These
are
dangerous
lands
you
cross
.
"
"
Our
business
is
urgent
,
"
she
answered
him
.
"
I
come
as
envoy
from
my
son
,
Robb
Stark
,
the
King
in
the
North
,
to
treat
with
Renly
Baratheon
,
the
King
in
the
South
.
"
"
King
Renly
is
the
crowned
and
anointed
lord
of
all
the
Seven
Kingdoms
,
my
lady
,
"
Ser
Colen
answered
,
though
courteously
enough
.
"
His
Grace
is
encamped
with
his
host
near
Bitterbridge
,
where
the
roseroad
crosses
the
Mander
.
It
shall
be
my
great
honor
to
escort
you
to
him
.
"
The
knight
raised
a
mailed
hand
,
and
his
men
formed
a
double
column
flanking
Catelyn
and
her
guard
.
Escort
or
captor
?
she
wondered
.
