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He
was
a
small
,
dirty
man
in
filthy
brown
clothing
,
and
he
stank
of
horses
.
Catelyn
knew
all
the
men
who
worked
in
their
stables
,
and
he
was
none
of
them
.
He
was
gaunt
,
with
limp
blond
hair
and
pale
eyes
deep-sunk
in
a
bony
face
,
and
there
was
a
dagger
in
his
hand
.
Catelyn
looked
at
the
knife
,
then
at
Bran
.
"
No
,
"
she
said
.
The
word
stuck
in
her
throat
,
the
merest
whisper
.
He
must
have
heard
her
.
"
It
's
a
mercy
,
"
he
said
.
"
He
's
dead
already
.
"
"
No
,
"
Catelyn
said
,
louder
now
as
she
found
her
voice
again
.
"
No
,
you
ca
n't
.
"
She
spun
back
toward
the
window
to
scream
for
help
,
but
the
man
moved
faster
than
she
would
have
believed
.
One
hand
clamped
down
over
her
mouth
and
yanked
back
her
head
,
the
other
brought
the
dagger
up
to
her
windpipe
.
The
stench
of
him
was
overwhelming
.
She
reached
up
with
both
hands
and
grabbed
the
blade
with
all
her
strength
,
pulling
it
away
from
her
throat
.
She
heard
him
cursing
into
her
ear
.
Her
fingers
were
slippery
with
blood
,
but
she
would
not
let
go
of
the
dagger
.
The
hand
over
her
mouth
clenched
more
tightly
,
shutting
off
her
air
.
Catelyn
twisted
her
head
to
the
side
and
managed
to
get
a
piece
of
his
flesh
between
her
teeth
.
She
bit
down
hard
into
his
palm
.
The
man
grunted
in
pain
.
She
ground
her
teeth
together
and
tore
at
him
,
and
all
of
a
sudden
he
let
go
.
The
taste
of
his
blood
filled
her
mouth
.
She
sucked
in
air
and
screamed
,
and
he
grabbed
her
hair
and
pulled
her
away
from
him
,
and
she
stumbled
and
went
down
,
and
then
he
was
standing
over
her
,
breathing
hard
,
shaking
.
The
dagger
was
still
clutched
tightly
in
his
right
hand
,
slick
with
blood
.
"
You
were
n't
s
'
posed
to
be
here
,
"
he
repeated
stupidly
.
Catelyn
saw
the
shadow
slip
through
the
open
door
behind
him
.
There
was
a
low
rumble
,
less
than
a
snarl
,
the
merest
whisper
of
a
threat
,
but
he
must
have
heard
something
,
because
he
started
to
turn
just
as
the
wolf
made
its
leap
.
They
went
down
together
,
half
sprawled
over
Catelyn
where
she
'd
fallen
.
The
wolf
had
him
under
the
jaw
.
The
man
's
shriek
lasted
less
than
a
second
before
the
beast
wrenched
back
its
head
,
taking
out
half
his
throat
.
His
blood
felt
like
warm
rain
as
it
sprayed
across
her
face
.
The
wolf
was
looking
at
her
.
Its
jaws
were
red
and
wet
and
its
eyes
glowed
golden
in
the
dark
room
.
It
was
Bran
's
wolf
,
she
realized
.
Of
course
it
was
.
"
Thank
you
,
"
Catelyn
whispered
,
her
voice
faint
and
tiny
.
She
lifted
her
hand
,
trembling
.
The
wolf
padded
closer
,
sniffed
at
her
fingers
,
then
licked
at
the
blood
with
a
wet
rough
tongue
.
When
it
had
cleaned
all
the
blood
off
her
hand
,
it
turned
away
silently
and
jumped
up
on
Bran
's
bed
and
lay
down
beside
him
.
Catelyn
began
to
laugh
hysterically
.
