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We
will
make
King
's
Landing
within
the
hour
.
"
Catelyn
turned
away
from
the
rail
and
forced
herself
to
smile
.
"
Your
oarmen
have
done
well
by
us
,
Captain
.
Each
one
of
them
shall
have
a
silver
stag
,
as
a
token
of
my
gratitude
.
"
Captain
Moreo
Turnitis
favored
her
with
a
half
bow
.
"
You
are
far
too
generous
,
Lady
Stark
.
The
honor
of
carrying
a
great
lady
like
yourself
is
all
the
reward
they
need
.
"
"
But
they
'll
take
the
silver
anyway
.
"
Moreo
smiled
.
"
As
you
say
.
"
He
spoke
the
Common
Tongue
fluently
,
with
only
the
slightest
hint
of
a
Tyroshi
accent
.
He
'd
been
plying
the
narrow
sea
for
thirty
years
,
he
'd
told
her
,
as
oarman
,
quartermaster
,
and
finally
captain
of
his
own
trading
galleys
.
The
Storm
Dancer
was
his
fourth
ship
,
and
his
fastest
,
a
two-masted
galley
of
sixty
oars
.
She
had
certainly
been
the
fastest
of
the
ships
available
in
WhiteHarbor
when
Catelyn
and
Ser
Rodrik
Cassel
had
arrived
after
their
headlong
gallop
downriver
.
The
Tyroshi
were
notorious
for
their
avarice
,
and
Ser
Rodrik
had
argued
for
hiring
a
fishing
sloop
out
of
the
Three
Sisters
,
but
Catelyn
had
insisted
on
the
galley
.
It
was
good
that
she
had
.
The
winds
had
been
against
them
much
of
the
voyage
,
and
without
the
galley
's
oars
they
'd
still
be
beating
their
way
past
the
Fingers
,
instead
of
skimming
toward
King
's
Landing
and
journey
's
end
.
So
close
,
she
thought
.
Beneath
the
linen
bandages
,
her
fingers
still
throbbed
where
the
dagger
had
bitten
.
The
pain
was
her
scourge
,
Catelyn
felt
,
lest
she
forget
.
She
could
not
bend
the
last
two
fingers
on
her
left
hand
,
and
the
others
would
never
again
be
dexterous
.
Yet
that
was
a
small
enough
price
to
pay
for
Bran
's
life
.
Ser
Rodrik
chose
that
moment
to
appear
on
deck
.
"
My
good
friend
,
"
said
Moreo
through
his
forked
green
beard
.
The
Tyroshi
loved
bright
colors
,
even
in
their
facial
hair
.
"
It
is
so
fine
to
see
you
looking
better
.
"
"
Yes
,
"
Ser
Rodrik
agreed
.
"
I
have
n't
wanted
to
die
for
almost
two
days
now
.
"
He
bowed
to
Catelyn
.
"
My
lady
.
"
