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Catelyn
never
noticed
when
the
singing
ended
.
Hours
had
passed
,
yet
it
seemed
only
a
heartbeat
before
Brienne
was
at
the
door
.
"
My
lady
,
"
she
announced
softly
.
"
Midnight
has
come
.
"
Midnight
has
come
,
Father
,
she
thought
,
and
I
must
do
my
duty
.
She
let
go
of
his
hand
.
The
gaoler
was
a
furtive
little
man
with
broken
veins
in
his
nose
.
They
found
him
bent
over
a
tankard
of
ale
and
the
remains
of
a
pigeon
pie
,
more
than
a
little
drunk
.
He
squinted
at
them
suspiciously
.
"
Begging
your
forgiveness
,
m
’
lady
,
but
Lord
Edmure
says
no
one
is
to
see
the
Kingslayer
without
a
writing
from
him
,
with
his
seal
upon
it
.
"
"
Lord
Edmure
?
Has
my
father
died
,
and
no
one
told
me
?
"
The
gaoler
licked
his
lips
.
"
No
,
m
’
lady
,
not
as
I
knows
.
"
"
You
will
open
the
cell
,
or
you
will
come
with
me
to
Lord
Hoster
’
s
solar
and
tell
him
why
you
saw
fit
to
defy
me
.
"
His
eyes
fell
.
"
As
m
’
lady
says
.
"
The
keys
were
chained
to
the
studded
leather
belt
that
girdled
his
waist
.
He
muttered
under
his
breath
as
he
sorted
through
them
,
until
he
found
the
one
that
fit
the
door
to
the
Kingslayer
’
s
cell
.
"
Go
back
to
your
ale
and
leave
us
,
"
she
commanded
.
An
oil
lamp
hung
from
a
hook
on
the
low
ceiling
.
Catelyn
took
it
down
and
turned
up
the
flame
.
"
Brienne
,
see
that
I
am
not
disturbed
.
"
Nodding
,
Brienne
took
up
a
position
just
outside
the
cell
,
her
hand
resting
on
the
pommel
of
her
sword
.
"
My
lady
will
call
if
she
has
need
of
me
.
"
