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Nothing
happened
the
next
day
,
nor
the
day
after
,
but
on
the
third
day
Arya
went
to
the
kitchens
with
Weese
to
fetch
their
dinner
.
"
One
of
the
Mountain
’
s
men
fell
off
a
wallwalk
last
night
and
broke
his
fool
neck
,
"
she
heard
Weese
tell
a
cook
.
"
Drunk
?
"
the
woman
asked
.
"
No
more
’
n
usual
.
Some
are
saying
it
was
Harren
’
s
ghost
flung
him
down
.
"
He
snorted
to
show
what
he
thought
of
such
notions
.
It
wasn
’
t
Harren
,
Arya
wanted
to
say
,
it
was
me
.
She
had
killed
Chiswyck
with
a
whisper
,
and
she
would
kill
two
more
before
she
was
through
.
I
’
m
the
ghost
in
Harrenhal
,
she
thought
.
And
that
night
,
there
was
one
less
name
to
hate
.
The
meeting
place
was
a
grassy
sward
dotted
with
pale
grey
mushrooms
and
the
raw
stumps
of
felled
trees
.
"
We
are
the
first
,
my
lady
,
"
Hallis
Mollen
said
as
they
reined
up
amidst
the
stumps
,
alone
between
the
armies
.
The
direwolf
banner
of
House
Stark
flapped
and
fluttered
atop
the
lance
he
bore
.
Catelyn
could
not
see
the
sea
from
here
,
but
she
could
feel
how
close
it
was
.
The
smell
of
salt
was
heavy
on
the
wind
gusting
from
the
east
.
Stannis
Baratheon
’
s
foragers
had
cut
the
trees
down
for
his
siege
towers
and
catapults
.
Catelyn
wondered
how
long
the
grove
had
stood
,
and
whether
Ned
had
rested
here
when
he
led
his
host
south
to
lift
the
last
siege
of
Storm
’
s
End
.
He
had
won
a
great
victory
that
day
,
all
the
greater
for
being
bloodless
.
Gods
grant
that
I
shall
do
the
same
,
Catelyn
prayed
.
Her
own
liegemen
thought
she
was
mad
even
to
come
.
"
This
is
no
fight
of
ours
,
my
lady
,
"
Ser
Wendel
Manderly
had
said
.
"
I
know
the
king
would
not
wish
his
mother
to
put
herself
at
risk
.
"
"
We
are
all
at
risk
,
"
she
told
him
,
perhaps
too
sharply
.
"
Do
you
think
I
wish
to
be
here
,
ser
?
"
I
belong
at
Riverrun
with
my
dying
father
,
at
Winterfell
with
my
sons
.
"
Robb
sent
me
south
to
speak
for
him
,
and
speak
for
him
I
shall
.
"
It
would
be
no
easy
thing
to
forge
a
peace
between
these
brothers
,
Catelyn
knew
,
yet
for
the
good
of
the
realm
,
it
must
be
tried
.
Across
rain
-
sodden
fields
and
stony
ridges
,
she
could
see
the
great
castle
of
Storm
’
s
End
rearing
up
against
the
sky
,
its
back
to
the
unseen
sea
.
Beneath
that
mass
of
pale
grey
stone
,
the
encircling
army
of
Lord
Stannis
Baratheon
looked
as
small
and
insignificant
as
mice
with
banners
.
