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"
We
have
no
steward
,
"
Maester
Luwin
reminded
her
.
Like
a
little
grey
rat
,
she
thought
,
he
would
not
let
go
.
"
Poole
went
south
to
establish
Lord
Eddard
's
household
at
King
's
Landing
.
"
Catelyn
nodded
absently
.
"
Oh
,
yes
.
I
remember
.
"
Bran
looked
so
pale
.
She
wondered
whether
they
might
move
his
bed
under
the
window
,
so
he
could
get
the
morning
sun
.
Maester
Luwin
set
the
lamp
in
a
niche
by
the
door
and
fiddled
with
its
wick
.
"
There
are
several
appointments
that
require
your
immediate
attention
,
my
lady
.
Besides
the
steward
,
we
need
a
captain
of
the
guards
to
fill
Jory
's
place
,
a
new
master
of
horse
--
"
Her
eyes
snapped
around
and
found
him
.
"
A
master
of
horse
?
"
Her
voice
was
a
whip
.
The
maester
was
shaken
.
"
Yes
,
my
lady
.
Hullen
rode
south
with
Lord
Eddard
,
so
--
"
"
My
son
lies
here
broken
and
dying
,
Luwin
,
and
you
wish
to
discuss
a
new
master
of
horse
?
Do
you
think
I
care
what
happens
in
the
stables
?
Do
you
think
it
matters
to
me
one
whit
?
I
would
gladly
butcher
every
horse
in
Winterfell
with
my
own
hands
if
it
would
open
Bran
's
eyes
,
do
you
understand
that
?
Do
you
?
"
He
bowed
his
head
.
"
Yes
,
my
lady
,
but
the
appointments
--
"
"
I
'll
make
the
appointments
,
"
Robb
said
.
Catelyn
had
not
heard
him
enter
,
but
there
he
stood
in
the
doorway
,
looking
at
her
.
She
had
been
shouting
,
she
realized
with
a
sudden
flush
of
shame
.
What
was
happening
to
her
?
She
was
so
tired
,
and
her
head
hurt
all
the
time
.
