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The
men
who
pushed
into
the
room
wore
the
black
ringmail
and
golden
cloaks
of
the
City
Watch
.
Their
leader
smiled
at
the
dagger
in
her
hand
and
said
,
"
No
need
for
that
,
m
'
lady
.
We
're
to
escort
you
to
the
castle
.
"
"
By
whose
authority
?
"
she
said
.
He
showed
her
a
ribbon
.
Catelyn
felt
her
breath
catch
in
her
throat
.
The
seal
was
a
mockingbird
,
in
grey
wax
.
"
Petyr
,
"
she
said
.
So
soon
.
Something
must
have
happened
to
Ser
Rodrik
.
She
looked
at
the
head
guardsman
.
"
Do
you
know
who
I
am
?
"
"
No
,
m
'
lady
,
"
he
said
.
"
M'lord
Littlefinger
said
only
to
bring
you
to
him
,
and
see
that
you
were
not
mistreated
.
"
Catelyn
nodded
.
"
You
may
wait
outside
while
I
dress
.
"
She
bathed
her
hands
in
the
basin
and
wrapped
them
in
clean
linen
.
Her
fingers
were
thick
and
awkward
as
she
struggled
to
lace
up
her
bodice
and
knot
a
drab
brown
cloak
about
her
neck
.
How
could
Littlefinger
have
known
she
was
here
?
Ser
Rodrik
would
never
have
told
him
.
Old
he
might
be
,
but
he
was
stubborn
,
and
loyal
to
a
fault
.
Were
they
too
late
,
had
the
Lannisters
reached
King
's
Landing
before
her
?
No
,
if
that
were
true
,
Ned
would
be
here
too
,
and
surely
he
would
have
come
to
her
.
How
...
?
Then
she
thought
,
Moreo
.
The
Tyroshi
knew
who
they
were
and
where
they
were
,
damn
him
.
She
hoped
he
'd
gotten
a
good
price
for
the
information
.
They
had
brought
a
horse
for
her
.
The
lamps
were
being
lit
along
the
streets
as
they
set
out
,
and
Catelyn
felt
the
eyes
of
the
city
on
her
as
she
rode
,
surrounded
by
the
guard
in
their
golden
cloaks
.
When
they
reached
the
Red
Keep
,
the
portcullis
was
down
and
the
great
gates
sealed
for
the
night
,
but
the
castle
windows
were
alive
with
flickering
lights
.
The
guardsmen
left
their
mounts
outside
the
walls
and
escorted
her
through
a
narrow
postern
door
,
then
up
endless
steps
to
a
tower
.
He
was
alone
in
the
room
,
seated
at
a
heavy
wooden
table
,
an
oil
lamp
beside
him
as
he
wrote
.
When
they
ushered
her
inside
,
he
set
down
his
pen
and
looked
at
her
.
"
Cat
,
"
he
said
quietly
.
