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Ser
Cleos
hesitated
.
"
I
.
.
.
yes
,
they
seemed
.
.
.
"
He
is
fumbling
for
a
lie
,
Catelyn
realized
,
but
the
wine
has
fuddled
his
wits
.
"
Ser
Cleos
,
"
she
said
coolly
,
"
you
forfeited
the
protection
of
your
peace
banner
when
your
men
played
us
false
.
Lie
to
me
,
and
you
’
ll
hang
from
the
walls
beside
them
.
Believe
that
.
I
shall
ask
you
once
more
—
did
you
see
my
daughters
?
"
His
brow
was
damp
with
sweat
.
"
I
saw
Sansa
at
the
court
,
the
day
Tyrion
told
me
his
terms
.
She
looked
most
beautiful
,
my
lady
.
Perhaps
a
,
a
bit
wan
.
Drawn
,
as
it
were
.
"
Sansa
,
but
not
Arya
.
That
might
mean
anything
.
Arya
had
always
been
harder
to
tame
.
Perhaps
Cersei
was
reluctant
to
parade
her
in
open
court
for
fear
of
what
she
might
say
or
do
.
They
might
have
her
locked
safely
out
of
sight
.
Or
they
might
have
killed
her
.
Catelyn
shoved
the
thought
away
.
"
His
terms
,
you
said
.
.
.
yet
Cersei
is
Queen
Regent
.
"
"
Tyrion
spoke
for
both
of
them
.
The
queen
was
not
there
.
She
was
indisposed
that
day
,
I
was
told
.
"
"
Curious
.
"
Catelyn
thought
back
to
that
terrible
trek
through
the
Mountains
of
the
Moon
,
and
the
way
Tyrion
Lannister
had
somehow
seduced
that
sellsword
from
her
service
to
his
own
.
The
dwarf
is
too
clever
by
half
.
She
could
not
imagine
how
he
had
survived
the
high
road
after
Lysa
had
sent
him
from
the
Vale
,
yet
it
did
not
surprise
her
.
He
had
no
part
in
Ned
’
s
murder
,
at
the
least
.
And
he
came
to
my
defense
when
the
clansmen
attacked
us
.
If
I
could
trust
his
word
.
.
.
She
opened
her
hands
to
look
down
at
the
scars
across
her
fingers
.
His
dagger
’
s
marks
,
she
reminded
herself
.
His
dagger
,
in
the
hand
of
the
killer
he
paid
to
open
Bran
’
s
throat
.
Though
the
dwarf
denied
it
,
to
be
sure
.
Even
after
Lysa
locked
him
in
one
of
her
sky
cells
and
threatened
him
with
her
moon
door
,
he
had
still
denied
it
.
"
He
lied
,
"
she
said
,
rising
abruptly
.
"
The
Lannisters
are
liars
every
one
,
and
the
dwarf
is
the
worst
of
them
.
The
killer
was
armed
with
his
own
knife
.
"
Ser
Cleos
stared
.
"
I
know
nothing
of
any
—
"
"
You
know
nothing
,
"
she
agreed
,
sweeping
from
the
cell
.
Brienne
fell
in
beside
her
,
silent
.
It
is
simpler
for
her
,
Catelyn
thought
with
a
pang
of
envy
.
She
was
like
a
man
in
that
.
For
men
the
answer
was
always
the
same
,
and
never
farther
away
than
the
nearest
sword
.
For
a
woman
,
a
mother
,
the
way
was
stonier
and
harder
to
know
.
