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"
Then
we
are
done
.
"
The
assembled
knights
and
lords
bannermen
bent
their
knees
as
Robb
turned
to
leave
,
Grey
Wind
at
his
heels
.
Olyvar
Frey
scrambled
ahead
to
open
the
door
.
Catelyn
followed
them
out
,
her
brother
at
her
side
.
"
You
did
well
,
"
she
told
her
son
in
the
gallery
that
led
from
the
rear
of
the
hall
,
"
though
that
business
with
the
wolf
was
japery
more
befitting
a
boy
than
a
king
.
"
Robb
scratched
Grey
Wind
behind
the
ear
.
"
Did
you
see
the
look
on
his
face
,
Mother
?
"
he
asked
,
smiling
.
"
What
I
saw
was
Lord
Karstark
,
walking
out
.
"
"
As
did
I
.
"
Robb
lifted
off
his
crown
with
both
hands
and
gave
it
to
Olyvar
.
"
Take
this
thing
back
to
my
bedchamber
.
"
"
At
once
,
Your
Grace
.
"
The
squire
hurried
off
.
"
I
’
ll
wager
there
were
others
who
felt
the
same
as
Lord
Karstark
,
"
her
brother
Edmure
declared
.
"
How
can
we
talk
of
peace
while
the
Lannisters
spread
like
a
pestilence
over
my
father
’
s
domains
,
stealing
his
crops
and
slaughtering
his
people
?
I
say
again
,
we
ought
to
be
marching
on
Harrenhal
.
"
"
We
lack
the
strength
,
"
Robb
said
,
though
unhappily
.
Edmure
persisted
.
"
Do
we
grow
stronger
sitting
here
?
Our
host
dwindles
every
day
.
"
