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She
studied
Lord
Jason
boldly
.
The
last
time
she
had
seen
him
he
had
been
jesting
with
her
uncle
at
her
wedding
feast
;
the
Mallisters
stood
bannermen
to
the
Tullys
,
and
his
gifts
had
been
lavish
.
His
brown
hair
was
salted
with
white
now
,
his
face
chiseled
gaunt
by
time
,
yet
the
years
had
not
touched
his
pride
.
He
rode
like
a
man
who
feared
nothing
.
Catelyn
envied
him
that
;
she
had
come
to
fear
so
much
.
As
the
riders
passed
,
Lord
Jason
nodded
a
curt
greeting
,
but
it
was
only
a
high
lord
's
courtesy
to
strangers
chance
met
on
the
road
.
There
was
no
recognition
in
those
fierce
eyes
,
and
his
son
did
not
even
waste
a
look
.
"
He
did
not
know
you
,
"
Ser
Rodrik
said
after
,
wondering
.
"
He
saw
a
pair
of
mud-spattered
travelers
by
the
side
of
the
road
,
wet
and
tired
.
It
would
never
occur
to
him
to
suspect
that
one
of
them
was
the
daughter
of
his
liege
lord
.
I
think
we
shall
be
safe
enough
at
the
inn
,
Ser
Rodrik
.
"
It
was
near
dark
when
they
reached
it
,
at
the
crossroads
north
of
the
great
confluence
of
the
Trident
.
Masha
Heddle
was
fatter
and
greyer
than
Catelyn
remembered
,
still
chewing
her
sourleaf
,
but
she
gave
them
only
the
most
cursory
of
looks
,
with
nary
a
hint
of
her
ghastly
red
smile
.
"
Two
rooms
at
the
top
of
the
stair
,
that
's
all
there
is
,
"
she
said
,
chewing
all
the
while
.
"
They
're
under
the
bell
tower
,
you
wo
n't
be
missing
meals
,
though
there
's
some
thinks
it
too
noisy
.
Ca
n't
be
helped
.
We
're
full
up
,
or
near
as
makes
no
matter
.
It
's
those
rooms
or
the
road
.
"
It
was
those
rooms
,
low
,
dusty
garrets
at
the
top
of
a
cramped
narrow
staircase
.
"
Leave
your
boots
down
here
,
"
Masha
told
them
after
she
'd
taken
their
coin
.
"
The
boy
will
clean
them
.
I
wo
n't
have
you
tracking
mud
up
my
stairs
.
Mind
the
bell
.
Those
who
come
late
to
meals
do
n't
eat
.
"
There
were
no
smiles
,
and
no
mention
of
sweet
cakes
.
When
the
supper
bell
rang
,
the
sound
was
deafening
.
Catelyn
had
changed
into
dry
clothes
.
She
sat
by
the
window
,
watching
rain
run
down
the
pane
.
The
glass
was
milky
and
full
of
bubbles
,
and
a
wet
dusk
was
falling
outside
.
Catelyn
could
just
make
out
the
muddy
crossing
where
the
two
great
roads
met
.
The
crossroads
gave
her
pause
.
If
they
turned
west
from
here
,
it
was
an
easy
ride
down
to
Riverrun
.
Her
father
had
always
given
her
wise
counsel
when
she
needed
it
most
,
and
she
yearned
to
talk
to
him
,
to
warn
him
of
the
gathering
storm
.
If
Winterfell
needed
to
brace
for
war
,
how
much
more
so
Riverrun
,
so
much
closer
to
King
's
Landing
,
with
the
power
of
Casterly
Rock
looming
to
the
west
like
a
shadow
.
If
only
her
father
had
been
stronger
,
she
might
have
chanced
it
,
but
Hoster
Tully
had
been
bedridden
these
past
two
years
,
and
Catelyn
was
loath
to
tax
him
now
.
The
eastern
road
was
wilder
and
more
dangerous
,
climbing
through
rocky
foothills
and
thick
forests
into
the
Mountains
of
the
Moon
,
past
high
passes
and
deep
chasms
to
the
Vale
of
Arryn
and
the
stony
Fingers
beyond
.
Above
the
Vale
,
the
Eyrie
stood
high
and
impregnable
,
its
towers
reaching
for
the
sky
.
There
she
would
find
her
sister
...
and
,
perhaps
,
some
of
the
answers
Ned
sought
.
Surely
Lysa
knew
more
than
she
had
dared
to
put
in
her
letter
.
She
might
have
the
very
proof
that
Ned
needed
to
bring
the
Lannisters
to
ruin
,
and
if
it
came
to
war
,
they
would
need
the
Arryns
and
the
eastern
lords
who
owed
them
service
.
Yet
the
mountain
road
was
perilous
.
Shadowcats
prowled
those
passes
,
rock
slides
were
common
,
and
the
mountain
clans
were
lawless
brigands
,
descending
from
the
heights
to
rob
and
kill
and
melting
away
like
snow
whenever
the
knights
rode
out
from
the
Vale
in
search
of
them
.
Even
Jon
Arryn
,
as
great
a
lord
as
any
the
Eyrie
had
ever
known
,
had
always
traveled
in
strength
when
he
crossed
the
mountains
.
Catelyn
's
only
strength
was
one
elderly
knight
,
armored
in
loyalty
.
