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Catelyn
smiled
,
wondering
what
Edmure
would
think
of
that
.
Another
singer
had
once
bedded
a
girl
her
brother
fancied
;
he
had
hated
the
breed
ever
since
.
"
And
Winterfell
?
"
she
asked
him
.
"
Have
you
traveled
north
?
"
"
Why
would
I
?
'
Marillion
asked
.
"
It
's
all
blizzards
and
bearskins
up
there
,
and
the
Starks
know
no
music
but
the
howling
of
wolves
.
"
Distantly
,
she
was
aware
of
the
door
banging
open
at
the
far
end
of
the
room
.
"
Innkeep
,
"
a
servant
's
voice
called
out
behind
her
,
"
we
have
horses
that
want
stabling
,
and
my
lord
of
Lannister
requires
a
room
and
a
hot
bath
.
"
"
Oh
,
gods
,
"
Ser
Rodrik
said
before
Catelyn
reached
out
to
silence
him
,
her
fingers
tightening
hard
around
his
forearm
.
Masha
Heddle
was
bowing
and
smiling
her
hideous
red
smile
.
"
I
'm
sorry
,
m
'
lord
,
truly
,
we
're
full
up
,
every
room
.
"
There
were
four
of
them
,
Catelyn
saw
.
An
old
man
in
the
black
of
the
Night
's
Watch
,
two
servants
...
and
him
,
standing
there
small
and
bold
as
life
.
"
My
men
will
steep
in
your
stable
,
and
as
for
myself
,
well
,
I
do
not
require
a
large
room
,
as
you
can
plainly
see
.
"
He
flashed
a
mocking
grin
.
"
So
long
as
the
fire
's
warm
and
the
straw
reasonably
free
of
fleas
,
I
am
a
happy
man
.
"
Masha
Heddle
was
beside
herself
.
"
M'lord
,
there
's
nothing
,
it
's
the
tourney
,
there
's
no
help
for
it
,
oh
...
"
Tyrion
Lannister
pulled
a
coin
from
his
purse
and
flicked
it
up
over
his
head
,
caught
it
,
tossed
it
again
.
Even
across
the
room
,
where
Catelyn
sat
,
the
wink
of
gold
was
unmistakable
.
A
freerider
in
a
faded
blue
cloak
lurched
to
his
feet
.
"
You
're
welcome
to
my
room
,
m
'
lord
.
"
