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No
,
she
thought
,
Riverrun
and
the
Eyrie
would
have
to
wait
.
Her
path
ran
north
to
Winterfell
,
where
her
sons
and
her
duty
were
waiting
for
her
.
As
soon
as
they
were
safely
past
the
Neck
,
she
could
declare
herself
to
one
of
Ned
's
bannermen
,
and
send
riders
racing
ahead
with
orders
to
mount
a
watch
on
the
kingsroad
.
The
rain
obscured
the
fields
beyond
the
crossroads
,
but
Catelyn
saw
the
land
clear
enough
in
her
memory
.
The
marketplace
was
just
across
the
way
,
and
the
village
a
mile
farther
on
,
half
a
hundred
white
cottages
surrounding
a
small
stone
sept.
.
There
would
be
more
now
;
the
summer
had
been
long
and
peaceful
.
North
of
here
the
kingsroad
ran
along
the
Green
Fork
of
the
Trident
,
through
fertile
valleys
and
green
woodlands
,
past
thriving
towns
and
stout
holdfasts
and
the
castles
of
the
river
lords
.
Catelyn
knew
them
all
:
the
Blackwoods
and
the
Brackens
,
ever
enemies
,
whose
quarrels
her
father
was
obliged
to
settle
;
Lady
Whent
,
last
of
her
line
,
who
dwelt
with
her
ghosts
in
the
cavernous
vaults
of
Harrenhal
;
irascible
Lord
Frey
,
who
had
outlived
seven
wives
and
filled
his
twin
castles
with
children
,
grandchildren
,
and
great-grandchildren
,
and
bastards
and
grandbastards
as
well
.
All
of
them
were
bannermen
to
the
Tullys
,
their
swords
sworn
to
the
service
of
Riverrun
.
Catelyn
wondered
if
that
would
be
enough
,
if
it
came
to
war
.
Her
father
was
the
staunchest
man
who
'd
ever
lived
,
and
she
had
no
doubt
that
he
would
call
his
banners
...
but
would
the
banners
come
?
The
Darrys
and
Rygers
and
Mootons
had
sworn
oaths
to
Riverrun
as
well
,
yet
they
had
fought
with
Rhaegar
Targaryen
on
the
Trident
,
while
Lord
Frey
had
arrived
with
his
levies
well
after
the
battle
was
over
,
leaving
some
doubt
as
to
which
army
he
had
planned
to
join
(
theirs
,
he
had
assured
the
victors
solemnly
in
the
aftermath
,
but
ever
after
her
father
had
called
him
the
Late
Lord
Frey
)
.
It
must
not
come
to
war
,
Catelyn
thought
fervently
.
They
must
not
let
it
.
Ser
Rodrik
came
for
her
just
as
the
bell
ceased
its
clangor
.
"
We
had
best
make
haste
if
we
hope
to
eat
tonight
,
my
lady
.
"
"
It
might
be
safer
if
we
were
not
knight
and
lady
until
we
pass
the
Neck
,
"
she
told
him
.
"
Common
travelers
attract
less
notice
.
A
father
and
daughter
taken
to
the
road
on
some
family
business
,
say
.
"
"
As
you
say
,
my
lady
,
"
Ser
Rodrik
agreed
.
It
was
only
when
she
laughed
that
he
realized
what
he
'd
done
.
"
The
old
courtesies
die
hard
,
my
--
my
daughter
.
"
He
tried
to
tug
on
his
missing
whiskers
,
and
sighed
with
exasperation
.
Catelyn
took
his
arm
.
"
Come
,
Father
,
"
she
said
.
"
You
'll
find
that
Masha
Heddle
sets
a
good
table
,
I
think
,
but
try
not
to
praise
her
.
You
truly
do
n't
want
to
see
her
smile
.
"
The
common
room
was
long
and
drafty
,
with
a
row
of
huge
wooden
kegs
at
one
end
and
a
fireplace
at
the
other
.
A
serving
boy
ran
back
and
forth
with
skewers
of
meat
while
Masha
drew
beer
from
the
kegs
,
chewing
her
sourleaf
all
the
while
.
