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"
Your
proof
is
in
the
dagger
,
"
Ser
Rodrik
said
.
"
A
fine
blade
like
that
will
not
have
gone
unnoticed
.
"
There
was
only
one
place
to
find
the
truth
of
it
,
Catelyn
realized
.
"
Someone
must
go
to
King
's
Landing
.
"
"
I
'll
go
,
"
Robb
said
.
"
No
,
"
she
told
him
.
"
Your
place
is
here
.
There
must
always
be
a
Stark
in
Winterfell
.
"
She
looked
at
Ser
Rodrik
with
his
great
white
whiskers
,
at
Maester
Luwin
in
his
grey
robes
,
at
young
Greyjoy
,
lean
and
dark
and
impetuous
.
Who
to
send
?
Who
would
be
believed
?
Then
she
knew
.
Catelyn
struggled
to
push
back
the
blankets
,
her
bandaged
fingers
as
stiff
and
unyielding
as
stone
.
She
climbed
out
of
bed
.
"
I
must
go
myself
.
"
"
My
lady
,
"
said
Maester
Luwin
,
"
is
that
wise
?
Surely
the
Lannisters
would
greet
your
arrival
with
suspicion
.
"
"
What
about
Bran
?
"
Robb
asked
.
The
poor
boy
looked
utterly
confused
now
.
"
You
ca
n't
mean
to
leave
him
.
"
"
I
have
done
everything
I
can
for
Bran
,
"
she
said
,
laying
a
wounded
hand
on
his
arm
.
"
His
life
is
in
the
hands
of
the
gods
and
Maester
Luwin
.
As
you
reminded
me
yourself
,
Robb
,
I
have
other
children
to
think
of
now
.
"
"
You
will
need
a
strong
escort
,
my
lady
,
"
Theon
said
.
"
I
'll
send
Hal
with
a
squad
of
guardsmen
,
"
Robb
said
.
"
No
,
"
Catelyn
said
