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That
night
they
came
again
.
She
had
commanded
them
to
wake
her
at
once
if
the
enemy
returned
,
and
well
after
midnight
a
serving
girl
touched
her
gently
by
the
shoulder
.
Catelyn
sat
up
at
once
.
"
What
is
it
?
"
"
The
ford
again
,
my
lady
.
"
Wrapped
in
a
bed
-
robe
,
Catelyn
climbed
to
the
roof
of
the
keep
.
From
there
she
could
see
over
the
walls
and
the
moonlit
river
to
where
the
battle
raged
.
The
defenders
had
built
watchfires
along
the
bank
,
and
perhaps
the
Lannisters
thought
to
find
them
night
-
blind
or
unwary
.
If
so
,
it
was
folly
.
Darkness
was
a
chancy
ally
at
best
.
As
they
waded
in
to
breast
their
way
across
,
men
stepped
in
hidden
pools
and
went
down
splashing
,
while
others
stumbled
over
stones
or
gashed
their
feet
on
the
hidden
caltrops
.
The
Mallister
bowmen
sent
a
storm
of
fire
arrows
hissing
across
the
river
,
strangely
beautiful
from
afar
.
One
man
,
pierced
through
a
dozen
times
,
his
clothes
afire
,
danced
and
whirled
in
the
knee
-
deep
water
until
at
last
he
fell
and
was
swept
downstream
.
By
the
time
his
body
came
bobbing
past
Riverrun
,
the
fires
and
his
life
had
both
been
extinguished
.
A
small
victory
,
Catelyn
thought
when
the
fighting
had
ended
and
the
surviving
foemen
had
melted
back
into
the
night
,
yet
a
victory
nonetheless
.
As
they
descended
the
winding
turret
steps
,
Catelyn
asked
Brienne
for
her
thoughts
.
"
That
was
the
brush
of
Lord
Tywin
’
s
fingertip
,
my
lady
,
"
the
girl
said
.
"
He
is
probing
,
feeling
for
a
weak
point
,
an
undefended
crossing
.
If
he
does
not
find
one
,
he
will
curl
all
his
fingers
into
a
fist
and
try
and
make
one
.
"
Brienne
hunched
her
shoulders
.
"
That
’
s
what
I
’
d
do
.
Were
I
him
.
"
Her
hand
went
to
the
hilt
of
her
sword
and
gave
it
a
little
pat
,
as
if
to
make
certain
it
was
still
there
.
And
may
the
gods
help
us
then
,
Catelyn
thought
.
Yet
there
was
nothing
she
could
do
for
it
.
That
was
Edmure
’
s
battle
out
there
on
the
river
;
hers
was
here
inside
the
castle
.
The
next
morning
as
she
broke
her
fast
,
she
sent
for
her
father
’
s
aged
steward
,
Utherydes
Wayn
.
"
Have
Ser
Cleos
Frey
brought
a
flagon
of
wine
.
I
mean
to
question
him
soon
,
and
I
want
his
tongue
well
loosened
.
"
"
As
you
command
,
my
lady
.
"
Not
long
after
,
a
rider
with
the
Mallister
eagle
sewn
on
his
breast
arrived
with
a
message
from
Lord
Jason
,
telling
of
another
skirmish
and
another
victory
.
Ser
Flement
Brax
had
tried
to
force
a
crossing
at
a
different
ford
six
leagues
to
the
south
.
This
time
the
Lannisters
shortened
their
lances
and
advanced
across
the
river
behind
on
foot
,
but
the
Mallister
bowmen
had
rained
high
arcing
shots
down
over
their
shields
,
while
the
scorpions
Edmure
had
mounted
on
the
riverbank
sent
heavy
stones
crashing
through
to
break
up
the
formation
.
"
They
left
a
dozen
dead
in
the
water
,
only
two
reaching
the
shallows
,
where
we
dealt
with
them
briskly
,
"
the
rider
reported
.
He
also
told
of
fighting
farther
upstream
,
where
Lord
Karyl
Vance
held
the
fords
.
"
Those
thrusts
too
were
turned
aside
,
at
grievous
cost
to
our
foes
.
"
Perhaps
Edmure
was
wiser
than
I
knew
,
Catelyn
thought
.
His
lords
all
saw
the
sense
in
his
battle
plans
,
why
was
I
so
blind
?
My
brother
is
not
the
little
boy
I
remember
,
no
more
than
Robb
is
.
