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"
Still
alive
?
"
Lord
Mathis
Rowan
seemed
dismayed
.
Bemused
,
Renly
said
,
"
It
would
seem
the
direwolf
is
gentler
than
the
lion
.
"
"
Gentler
than
the
Lannisters
,
"
murmured
Lady
Oakheart
with
a
bitter
smile
,
"
is
drier
than
the
sea
.
"
"
I
call
it
weak
.
"
Lord
Randyll
Tarly
had
a
short
,
bristly
grey
beard
and
a
reputation
for
blunt
speech
.
"
No
disrespect
to
you
,
Lady
Stark
,
but
it
would
have
been
more
seemly
had
Lord
Robb
come
to
pay
homage
to
the
king
himself
,
rather
than
hiding
behind
his
mother
’
s
skirts
.
"
"
King
Robb
is
warring
,
my
lord
,
"
Catelyn
replied
with
icy
courtesy
,
"
not
playing
at
tourney
.
"
Renly
grinned
.
"
Go
softly
,
Lord
Randyll
,
I
fear
you
’
re
overmatched
.
"
He
summoned
a
steward
in
the
livery
of
Storm
’
s
End
.
"
Find
a
place
for
the
lady
’
s
companions
,
and
see
that
they
have
every
comfort
.
Lady
Catelyn
shall
have
my
own
pavilion
.
Since
Lord
Caswell
has
been
so
kind
as
to
give
me
use
of
his
castle
,
I
have
no
need
of
it
.
My
lady
,
when
you
are
rested
,
I
would
be
honored
if
you
would
share
our
meat
and
mead
at
the
feast
Lord
Caswell
is
giving
us
tonight
.
A
farewell
feast
.
I
fear
his
lordship
is
eager
to
see
the
heels
of
my
hungry
horde
.
"
"
Not
true
,
Your
Grace
,
"
protested
a
wispy
young
man
who
must
have
been
Caswell
.
"
What
is
mine
is
yours
.
"
"
Whenever
someone
said
that
to
my
brother
Robert
,
he
took
them
at
their
word
,
"
Renly
said
.
"
Do
you
have
daughters
?
"
"
Yes
,
Your
Grace
.
Two
.
"
"
Then
thank
the
gods
that
I
am
not
Robert
.
My
sweet
queen
is
all
the
woman
I
desire
.
"
Renly
held
out
his
hand
to
help
Margaery
to
her
feet
.
"
We
’
ll
talk
again
when
you
’
ve
had
a
chance
to
refresh
yourself
,
Lady
Catelyn
.
"
