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"
I
do
not
know
.
Sorcery
,
some
dark
magic
,
there
was
a
shadow
,
a
shadow
.
"
Her
own
voice
sounded
wild
and
crazed
to
her
,
but
the
words
poured
out
in
a
rush
as
the
blades
continued
to
clash
behind
her
.
"
A
shadow
with
a
sword
,
I
swear
it
,
I
saw
.
Are
you
blind
,
the
girl
loved
him
!
Help
her
!
"
She
glanced
back
,
saw
the
second
guardsman
fall
,
his
blade
dropping
from
limp
fingers
.
Outside
there
was
shouting
.
More
angry
men
would
be
bursting
in
on
them
any
instant
,
she
knew
.
"
She
is
innocent
,
Robar
.
You
have
my
word
,
on
my
husband
’
s
grave
and
my
honor
as
a
Stark
!
"
That
resolved
him
.
"
I
will
hold
them
,
"
Ser
Robar
said
.
"
Get
her
away
.
"
He
turned
and
went
out
.
The
fire
had
reached
the
wall
and
was
creeping
up
the
side
of
the
tent
.
Ser
Emmon
was
pressing
Brienne
hard
,
him
in
his
enameled
yellow
steel
and
her
in
wool
.
He
had
forgotten
Catelyn
,
until
the
iron
brazier
came
crashing
into
the
back
of
his
head
.
Helmed
as
he
was
,
the
blow
did
no
lasting
harm
,
but
it
sent
him
to
his
knees
.
"
Brienne
,
with
me
,
"
Catelyn
commanded
.
The
girl
was
not
slow
to
see
the
chance
.
A
slash
,
and
the
green
silk
parted
.
They
stepped
out
into
darkness
and
the
chill
of
dawn
.
Loud
voices
came
from
the
other
side
of
the
pavilion
.
"
This
way
,
"
Catelyn
urged
,
"
and
slowly
.
We
must
not
run
,
or
they
will
ask
why
.
Walk
easy
,
as
if
nothing
were
amiss
.
"
Brienne
thrust
her
sword
blade
through
her
belt
and
fell
in
beside
Catelyn
.
The
night
air
smelled
of
rain
.
Behind
them
,
the
king
’
s
pavilion
was
well
ablaze
,
flames
rising
high
against
the
dark
.
No
one
made
any
move
to
stop
them
.
Men
rushed
past
them
,
shouting
of
fire
and
murder
and
sorcery
.
Others
stood
in
small
groups
and
spoke
in
low
voices
.
A
few
were
praying
,
and
one
young
squire
was
on
his
knees
,
sobbing
openly
.
Renly
’
s
battles
were
already
coming
apart
as
the
rumors
spread
from
mouth
to
mouth
.
The
nightfires
had
burned
low
,
and
as
the
east
began
to
lighten
the
immense
mass
of
Storm
’
s
End
emerged
like
a
dream
of
stone
while
wisps
of
pale
mist
raced
across
the
field
,
flying
from
the
sun
on
wings
of
wind
.
Morning
ghosts
,
she
had
heard
Old
Nan
call
them
once
,
spirits
returning
to
their
graves
.
And
Renly
one
of
them
now
,
gone
like
his
brother
Robert
,
like
her
own
dear
Ned
.
"
I
never
held
him
but
as
he
died
,
"
Brienne
said
quietly
as
they
walked
through
the
spreading
chaos
.
Her
voice
sounded
as
if
she
might
break
at
any
instant
.
"
He
was
laughing
one
moment
,
and
suddenly
the
blood
was
everywhere
.
.
.
my
lady
,
I
do
not
understand
.
Did
you
see
,
did
you
.
.
.
?
"
"
I
saw
a
shadow
.
I
thought
it
was
Renly
’
s
shadow
at
the
first
,
but
it
was
his
brother
’
s
.
"
"
Lord
Stannis
?
"
"
I
felt
him
.
It
makes
no
sense
,
I
know
.
.
.
"
