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The
benches
were
crowded
,
townsfolk
and
farmers
mingling
freely
with
all
manner
of
travelers
.
The
crossroads
made
for
odd
companions
;
dyers
with
black
and
purple
hands
shared
a
bench
with
rivermen
reeking
of
fish
,
an
ironsmith
thick
with
muscle
squeezed
in
beside
a
wizened
old
septon
,
hard-bitten
sellswords
and
soft
plump
merchants
swapped
news
like
boon
companions
.
The
company
included
more
swords
than
Catelyn
would
have
liked
.
Three
by
the
fire
wore
the
red
stallion
badge
of
the
Brackens
,
and
there
was
a
large
party
in
blue
steel
ringmail
and
capes
of
a
silvery
grey
.
On
their
shoulder
was
another
familiar
sigil
,
the
twin
towers
of
House
Frey
.
She
studied
their
faces
,
but
they
were
all
too
young
to
have
known
her
.
The
senior
among
them
would
have
been
no
older
than
Bran
when
she
went
north
.
Ser
Rodrik
found
them
an
empty
place
on
the
bench
near
the
kitchen
.
Across
the
table
a
handsome
youth
was
fingering
a
woodharp
.
"
Seven
blessings
to
you
,
goodfolk
,
"
he
said
as
they
sat
.
An
empty
wine
cup
stood
on
the
table
before
him
.
"
And
to
you
,
singer
,
"
Catelyn
returned
.
Ser
Rodrik
called
for
bread
and
meat
and
beer
in
a
tone
that
meant
now
.
The
singer
,
a
youth
of
some
eighteen
years
,
eyed
them
boldly
and
asked
where
they
were
going
,
and
from
whence
they
had
come
,
and
what
news
they
had
,
letting
the
questions
fly
as
quick
as
arrows
and
never
pausing
for
an
answer
.
"
We
left
King
's
Landing
a
fortnight
ago
,
"
Catelyn
replied
,
answering
the
safest
of
his
questions
.
"
That
's
where
I
'm
bound
,
"
the
youth
said
.
As
she
had
suspected
,
he
was
more
interested
in
telling
his
own
story
than
in
hearing
theirs
.
Singers
loved
nothing
half
so
well
as
the
sound
of
their
own
voices
.
"
The
Hand
's
tourney
means
rich
lords
with
fat
purses
.
The
last
time
I
came
away
with
more
silver
than
I
could
carry
...
or
would
have
,
if
I
had
n't
lost
it
all
betting
on
the
Kingslayer
to
win
the
day
.
"
"
The
gods
frown
on
the
gambler
,
"
Ser
Rodrik
said
sternly
.
He
was
of
the
north
,
and
shared
the
Stark
views
on
tournaments
.
"
They
frowned
on
me
,
for
certain
,
"
the
singer
said
.
"
Your
cruel
gods
and
the
Knight
of
Flowers
altogether
did
me
in
.
"
"
No
doubt
that
was
a
lesson
for
you
,
"
Ser
Rodrik
said
.
"
It
was
.
This
time
my
coin
will
champion
Ser
Loras
.
"
