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"
Would
that
mean
so
much
?
"
"
Those
who
favor
Stannis
will
call
it
proof
.
Those
who
support
Joffrey
will
say
it
means
nothing
.
"
Her
own
children
had
more
Tully
about
them
than
Stark
.
Arya
was
the
only
one
to
show
much
of
Ned
in
her
features
.
And
Jon
Snow
,
but
he
was
never
mine
.
She
found
herself
thinking
of
Jon
’
s
mother
,
that
shadowy
secret
love
her
husband
would
never
speak
of
.
Does
she
grieve
for
Ned
as
I
do
?
Or
did
she
hate
him
for
leaving
her
bed
for
mine
?
Does
she
pray
for
her
son
as
I
have
prayed
for
mine
?
They
were
uncomfortable
thoughts
,
and
futile
.
If
Jon
had
been
born
of
Ashara
Dayne
of
Starfall
,
as
some
whispered
,
the
lady
was
long
dead
;
if
not
,
Catelyn
had
no
clue
who
or
where
his
mother
might
be
.
And
it
made
no
matter
.
Ned
was
gone
now
,
and
his
loves
and
his
secrets
had
all
died
with
him
.
Still
,
she
was
struck
again
by
how
strangely
men
behaved
when
it
came
to
their
bastards
.
Ned
had
always
been
fiercely
protective
of
Jon
,
and
Ser
Cortnay
Penrose
had
given
up
his
life
for
this
Edric
Storm
,
yet
Roose
Bolton
’
s
bastard
had
meant
less
to
him
than
one
of
his
dogs
,
to
judge
from
the
tone
of
the
queer
cold
letter
Edmure
had
gotten
from
him
not
three
days
past
.
He
had
crossed
the
Trident
and
was
marching
on
Harrenhal
as
commanded
,
he
wrote
.
"
A
strong
castle
,
and
well
garrisoned
,
but
His
Grace
shall
have
it
,
if
I
must
kill
every
living
soul
within
to
make
it
so
.
"
He
hoped
His
Grace
would
weigh
that
against
the
crimes
of
his
bastard
son
,
whom
Ser
Rodrik
Cassel
had
put
to
death
.
"
A
fate
he
no
doubt
earned
,
"
Bolton
had
written
.
"
Tainted
blood
is
ever
treacherous
,
and
Ramsay
’
s
nature
was
sly
,
greedy
,
and
cruel
.
I
count
myself
well
rid
of
him
.
The
trueborn
sons
my
young
wife
has
promised
me
would
never
have
been
safe
while
he
lived
.
"
The
sound
of
hurrying
footsteps
drove
the
morbid
thoughts
from
her
head
.
Ser
Desmond
’
s
squire
dashed
panting
into
the
room
and
knelt
.
"
My
lady
.
.
.
Lannisters
.
.
.
across
the
river
.
"
"
Take
a
long
breath
,
lad
,
and
tell
it
slowly
.
"
He
did
as
she
bid
him
.
"
A
column
of
armored
men
,
"
he
reported
.
"
Across
the
Red
Fork
.
They
are
flying
a
purple
unicorn
below
the
lion
of
Lannister
.
"
Some
son
of
Lord
Brax
.
Brax
had
come
to
Riverrun
once
when
she
was
a
girl
,
to
propose
wedding
one
of
his
sons
to
her
or
Lysa
.
She
wondered
whether
it
was
this
same
son
out
there
now
,
leading
the
attack
.
