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"
There
are
worse
things
to
spend
money
on
,
"
Ser
Rodrik
put
in
.
"
Winter
is
coming
.
"
"
A
man
must
make
his
own
choices
,
"
Catelyn
said
.
"
They
earned
the
silver
.
How
they
spend
it
is
no
concern
of
mine
.
"
"
As
you
say
,
my
lady
,
"
Moreo
replied
,
bowing
and
smiling
.
Just
to
be
sure
,
Catelyn
paid
the
oarmen
herself
,
a
stag
to
each
man
,
and
a
copper
to
the
two
men
who
carried
their
chests
halfway
up
Visenya
's
hill
to
the
inn
that
Moreo
had
suggested
.
It
was
a
rambling
old
place
on
Eel
Alley
.
The
woman
who
owned
it
was
a
sour
crone
with
a
wandering
eye
who
looked
them
over
suspiciously
and
bit
the
coin
that
Catelyn
offered
her
to
make
sure
it
was
real
.
Her
rooms
were
large
and
airy
,
though
,
and
Moreo
swore
that
her
fish
stew
was
the
most
savory
in
all
the
Seven
Kingdoms
.
Best
of
all
,
she
had
no
interest
in
their
names
.
"
I
think
it
best
if
you
stay
away
from
the
common
room
,
"
Ser
Rodrik
said
,
after
they
had
settled
in
.
"
Even
in
a
place
like
this
,
one
never
knows
who
may
be
watching
.
"
He
wore
ringmail
,
dagger
,
and
longsword
under
a
dark
cloak
with
a
hood
he
could
pull
up
over
his
head
.
"
I
will
be
back
before
nightfall
,
with
Ser
Aron
,
"
he
promised
.
"
Rest
now
,
my
lady
.
"
Catelyn
was
tired
.
The
voyage
had
been
long
and
fatiguing
,
and
she
was
no
longer
as
young
as
she
had
been
.
Her
windows
opened
on
the
alley
and
rooftops
,
with
a
view
of
the
Blackwater
beyond
.
She
watched
Ser
Rodrik
set
off
,
striding
briskly
through
the
busy
streets
until
he
was
lost
in
the
crowds
,
then
decided
to
take
his
advice
.
The
bedding
was
stuffed
with
straw
instead
of
feathers
,
but
she
had
no
trouble
falling
asleep
.
She
woke
to
a
pounding
on
her
door
.
Catelyn
sat
up
sharply
.
Outside
the
window
,
the
rooftops
of
King
's
Landing
were
red
in
the
light
of
the
setting
sun
.
She
had
slept
longer
than
she
intended
.
A
fist
hammered
at
her
door
again
,
and
a
voice
called
out
,
"
Open
,
in
the
name
of
the
king
.
"
"
A
moment
,
"
she
called
out
.
She
wrapped
herself
in
her
cloak
.
The
dagger
was
on
the
bedside
table
.
She
snatched
it
up
before
she
unlatched
the
heavy
wooden
door
.
