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"
Would
you
prefer
Black
Ears
?
I
’
ll
give
you
Chella
if
a
woman
would
make
you
more
at
ease
.
"
"
Please
,
no
,
my
lord
,
the
wildlings
frighten
me
.
"
He
grinned
.
"
Me
as
well
.
But
more
to
the
point
,
they
frighten
Joffrey
and
that
nest
of
sly
vipers
and
lickspittle
dogs
he
calls
a
Kingsguard
.
With
Chella
or
Timett
by
your
side
,
no
one
would
dare
offer
you
harm
.
"
"
I
would
sooner
return
to
my
own
bed
.
"
A
lie
came
to
her
suddenly
,
but
it
seemed
so
right
that
she
blurted
it
out
at
once
.
"
This
tower
was
where
my
father
’
s
men
were
slain
.
Their
ghosts
would
give
me
terrible
dreams
,
and
I
would
see
their
blood
wherever
I
looked
.
"
Tyrion
Lannister
studied
her
face
.
"
I
am
no
stranger
to
nightmares
,
Sansa
Perhaps
you
are
wiser
than
I
knew
.
Permit
me
at
least
to
escort
you
safely
back
to
your
own
chambers
.
"
It
was
full
dark
before
they
found
the
village
.
Catelyn
found
herself
wondering
if
the
place
had
a
name
.
If
so
,
its
people
had
taken
that
knowledge
with
them
when
they
fled
,
along
with
all
they
owned
,
down
to
the
candles
in
the
sept
.
Ser
Wendel
lit
a
torch
and
led
her
through
the
low
door
.
Within
,
the
seven
walls
were
cracked
and
crooked
.
God
is
one
,
Septon
Osmynd
had
taught
her
when
she
was
a
girl
,
with
seven
aspects
,
as
the
sept
is
a
single
building
,
with
seven
walls
.
The
wealthy
septs
of
the
cities
had
statues
of
the
Seven
and
an
altar
to
each
.
In
Winterfell
,
Septon
Chayle
hung
carved
masks
from
each
wall
.
Here
Catelyn
found
only
rough
charcoal
drawings
.
Ser
Wendel
set
the
torch
in
a
sconce
near
the
door
,
and
left
to
wait
outside
with
Robar
Royce
.
Catelyn
studied
the
faces
.
The
Father
was
bearded
,
as
ever
.
The
Mother
smiled
,
loving
and
protective
.
The
Warrior
had
his
sword
sketched
in
beneath
his
face
,
the
Smith
his
hammer
.
The
Maid
was
beautiful
,
the
Crone
wizened
and
wise
.
And
the
seventh
face
.
.
.
the
Stranger
was
neither
male
nor
female
,
yet
both
,
ever
the
outcast
,
the
wanderer
from
far
places
,
less
and
more
than
human
,
unknown
and
unknowable
.
Here
the
face
was
a
black
oval
,
a
shadow
with
stars
for
eyes
.
It
made
Catelyn
uneasy
.
She
would
get
scant
comfort
there
.
