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"
Oh
,
would
he
?
"
Theon
Greyjoy
asked
.
"
I
wonder
.
"
"
There
is
no
limit
to
Lannister
pride
or
Lannister
ambition
,
"
Catelyn
said
.
"
The
boy
had
always
been
surehanded
in
the
past
,
"
Maester
Luwin
said
thoughtfully
.
"
He
knew
every
stone
in
Winterfell
.
"
"
Gods
,
"
Robb
swore
,
his
young
face
dark
with
anger
.
"
If
this
is
true
,
he
will
pay
for
it
.
"
He
drew
his
sword
and
waved
it
in
the
air
.
"
I
'll
kill
him
myself
!
"
Ser
Rodrik
bristled
at
him
.
"
Put
that
away
!
The
Lannisters
are
a
hundred
leagues
away
.
Never
draw
your
sword
unless
you
mean
to
use
it
.
How
many
times
must
I
tell
you
,
foolish
boy
?
"
Abashed
,
Robb
sheathed
his
sword
,
suddenly
a
child
again
.
Catelyn
said
to
Ser
Rodrik
,
"
I
see
my
son
is
wearing
steel
now
.
"
The
old
master-at-arms
said
,
"
I
thought
it
was
time
.
"
Robb
was
looking
at
her
anxiously
.
"
Past
time
,
"
she
said
.
"
Winterfell
may
have
need
of
all
its
swords
soon
,
and
they
had
best
not
be
made
of
wood
.
"
Theon
Greyjoy
put
a
hand
on
the
hilt
of
his
blade
and
said
,
"
My
lady
,
if
it
comes
to
that
,
my
House
owes
yours
a
great
debt
.
"
Maester
Luwin
pulled
at
his
chain
collar
where
it
chafed
against
his
neck
.
"
All
we
have
is
conjecture
.
This
is
the
queen
's
beloved
brother
we
mean
to
accuse
.
She
will
not
take
it
kindly
.
We
must
have
proof
,
or
forever
keep
silent
.
"
