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When
her
uncle
saw
that
she
had
stopped
,
he
moved
his
horse
closer
and
pointed
.
"
It
's
there
,
beside
Alyssa
's
Tears
.
All
you
can
see
from
here
is
a
flash
of
white
every
now
and
then
,
if
you
look
hard
and
the
sun
hits
the
walls
just
right
.
"
Seven
towers
,
Ned
had
told
her
,
like
white
daggers
thrust
into
the
belly
of
the
sky
,
so
high
you
can
stand
on
the
parapets
and
look
down
on
the
clouds
.
"
How
long
a
ride
?
"
she
asked
.
"
We
can
be
at
the
mountain
by
evenfall
,
"
Uncle
Brynden
said
,
"
but
the
climb
will
take
another
day
.
"
Ser
Rodrik
Cassel
spoke
up
from
behind
.
"
My
lady
,
"
he
said
,
"
I
fear
I
can
go
no
farther
today
.
"
His
face
sagged
beneath
his
ragged
,
newgrown
whiskers
,
and
he
looked
so
weary
Catelyn
feared
he
might
fall
off
his
horse
.
"
Nor
should
you
,
"
she
said
.
"
You
have
done
all
I
could
have
asked
of
you
,
and
a
hundred
times
more
.
My
uncle
will
see
me
the
rest
of
the
way
to
the
Eyrie
.
Lannister
must
come
with
me
,
but
there
is
no
reason
that
you
and
the
others
should
not
rest
here
and
recover
your
strength
.
"
"
We
should
be
honored
to
have
them
to
guest
,
"
Ser
Donnel
said
with
the
grave
courtesy
of
the
young
.
Beside
Ser
Rodrik
,
only
Bronn
,
Ser
Willis
Wode
,
and
Marillion
the
singer
remained
of
the
party
that
had
ridden
with
her
from
the
inn
by
the
crossroads
.
"
My
lady
,
"
Marillion
said
,
riding
forward
.
"
I
beg
you
allow
me
to
accompany
you
to
the
Eyrie
,
to
see
the
end
of
the
tale
as
I
saw
its
beginnings
.
"
The
boy
sounded
haggard
,
yet
strangely
determined
;
he
had
a
fevered
shine
to
his
eyes
.
Catelyn
had
never
asked
the
singer
to
ride
with
them
;
that
choice
he
had
made
himself
,
and
how
he
had
come
to
survive
the
journey
when
so
many
braver
men
lay
dead
and
unburied
behind
them
,
she
could
never
say
.
Yet
here
he
was
,
with
a
scruff
of
beard
that
made
him
look
almost
a
man
.
Perhaps
she
owed
him
something
for
having
come
this
far
.
"
Very
well
,
"
she
told
him
.
"
I
'll
come
as
well
,
"
Bronn
announced
.
She
liked
that
less
well
.
Without
Bronn
she
would
never
have
reached
the
Vale
,
she
knew
;
the
sellsword
was
as
fierce
a
fighter
as
she
had
ever
seen
,
and
his
sword
had
helped
cut
them
through
to
safety
.
Yet
for
all
that
,
Catelyn
misliked
the
man
.
Courage
he
had
,
and
strength
,
but
there
was
no
kindness
in
him
,
and
little
loyalty
.
