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"
Now
there
's
a
clever
man
,
"
Lannister
said
as
he
sent
the
coin
spinning
across
the
room
.
The
freerider
snatched
it
from
the
air
.
"
And
a
nimble
one
to
boot
.
"
The
dwarf
turned
back
to
Masha
Heddle
.
"
You
will
be
able
to
manage
food
,
I
trust
?
"
"
Anything
you
like
,
m
'
lord
,
anything
at
all
,
"
the
innkeep
promised
.
And
may
he
choke
on
it
,
Catelyn
thought
,
but
it
was
Bran
she
saw
choking
,
drowning
on
his
own
blood
.
Lannister
glanced
at
the
nearest
tables
.
"
My
men
will
have
whatever
you
're
serving
these
people
.
Double
portions
,
we
've
had
a
long
hard
ride
.
I
'll
take
a
roast
fowl
--
chicken
,
duck
,
pigeon
,
it
makes
no
matter
.
And
send
up
a
flagon
of
your
best
wine
.
Yoren
,
will
you
sup
with
me
?
"
"
Aye
,
m
'
lord
,
I
will
,
"
the
black
brother
replied
.
The
dwarf
had
not
so
much
as
glanced
toward
the
far
end
of
the
room
,
and
Catelyn
was
thinking
how
grateful
she
was
for
the
crowded
benches
between
them
when
suddenly
Marillion
bounded
to
his
feet
.
"
My
lord
of
Lannister
!
"
he
called
out
.
"
I
would
be
pleased
to
entertain
you
while
you
eat
.
Let
me
sing
you
the
lay
of
your
father
's
great
victory
at
King
's
Landing
!
"
"
Nothing
would
be
more
likely
to
ruin
my
supper
,
"
the
dwarf
said
dryly
.
His
mismatched
eyes
considered
the
singer
briefly
,
started
to
move
away
...
and
found
Catelyn
.
He
looked
at
her
for
a
moment
,
puzzled
.
She
turned
her
face
away
,
but
too
late
.
The
dwarf
was
smiling
.
"
Lady
Stark
,
what
an
unexpected
pleasure
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
was
sorry
to
miss
you
at
Winterfell
.
"
Marillion
gaped
at
her
,
confusion
giving
way
to
chagrin
as
Catelyn
rose
slowly
to
her
feet
.
She
heard
Ser
Rodrik
curse
.
If
only
the
man
had
lingered
at
the
Wall
,
she
thought
,
if
only
...
"
Lady
...
Stark
?
"
Masha
Heddle
said
thickly
.
"
I
was
still
Catelyn
Tully
the
last
time
I
bedded
here
,
"
she
told
the
innkeep
.
She
could
hear
the
muttering
,
feel
the
eyes
upon
her
.
Catelyn
glanced
around
the
room
,
at
the
faces
of
the
knights
and
sworn
swords
,
and
took
a
deep
breath
to
slow
the
frantic
beating
of
her
heart
.
Did
she
dare
take
the
risk
?
There
was
no
time
to
think
it
through
,
only
the
moment
and
the
sound
of
her
own
voice
ringing
in
her
ears
.
"
You
in
the
corner
,
"
she
said
to
an
older
man
she
had
not
noticed
until
now
.
"
Is
that
the
black
bat
of
Harrenhal
I
see
embroidered
on
your
surcoat
,
ser
?
"
