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"
—
that
he
well
deserved
it
,
"
Robb
finished
.
"
And
your
sisters
?
"
Catelyn
asked
sharply
.
"
Will
they
deserve
their
deaths
as
well
?
I
promise
you
,
if
any
harm
comes
to
her
brother
,
Cersei
will
pay
us
back
blood
for
blood
—
"
"
Lannister
won
’
t
die
,
"
Robb
said
.
"
No
one
so
much
as
speaks
to
him
without
my
warrant
.
He
has
food
,
water
,
clean
straw
,
more
comfort
than
he
has
any
right
to
.
But
I
won
’
t
free
him
,
not
even
for
Arya
and
Sansa
.
"
Her
son
was
looking
down
at
her
,
Catelyn
realized
.
Was
it
war
that
made
him
grow
so
fast
,
she
wondered
,
or
the
crown
they
had
put
on
his
head
?
"
Are
you
afraid
to
have
Jaime
Lannister
in
the
field
again
,
is
that
the
truth
of
it
?
"
Grey
Wind
growled
,
as
if
he
sensed
Robb
’
s
anger
,
and
Edmure
Tully
put
a
brotherly
hand
on
Catelyn
’
s
shoulder
.
"
Cat
,
don
’
t
.
The
boy
has
the
right
of
this
.
"
"
Don
’
t
call
me
the
boy
,
"
Robb
said
,
rounding
on
his
uncle
,
his
anger
spilling
out
all
at
once
on
poor
Edmure
,
who
had
only
meant
to
support
him
.
"
I
’
m
almost
a
man
grown
,
and
a
king
—
your
king
,
ser
.
And
I
don
’
t
fear
Jaime
Lannister
.
I
defeated
him
once
,
I
’
ll
defeat
him
again
if
I
must
,
only
.
.
.
"
He
pushed
a
fall
of
hair
out
of
his
eyes
and
gave
a
shake
of
the
head
.
"
I
might
have
been
able
to
trade
the
Kingslayer
for
Father
,
but
.
.
.
"
"
.
.
.
but
not
for
the
girls
?
"
Her
voice
was
icy
-
quiet
.
"
Girls
are
not
important
enough
,
are
they
?
"
Robb
made
no
answer
,
but
there
was
hurt
in
his
eyes
.
Blue
eyes
,
Tully
eyes
,
eyes
she
had
given
him
.
She
had
wounded
him
,
but
he
was
too
much
his
father
’
s
son
to
admit
it
.
That
was
unworthy
of
me
,
she
told
herself
.
Gods
be
good
,
what
is
to
become
of
me
?
He
is
doing
his
best
,
trying
so
hard
,
I
know
it
,
I
see
it
,
and
yet
.
.
.
I
have
lost
my
Ned
,
the
rock
my
life
was
built
on
,
I
could
not
bear
to
lose
the
girls
as
well
.
.
.
