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The
sun
was
well
to
the
west
by
the
time
the
slope
began
to
flatten
beneath
the
hooves
of
their
horses
.
The
road
widened
and
grew
straight
,
and
for
the
first
time
Catelyn
noticed
wildflowers
and
grasses
growing
.
Once
they
reached
the
valley
floor
,
the
going
was
faster
and
they
made
good
time
,
cantering
through
verdant
greenwoods
and
sleepy
little
hamlets
,
past
orchards
and
golden
wheat
fields
,
splashing
across
a
dozen
sunlit
streams
.
Her
uncle
sent
a
standard-bearer
ahead
of
them
,
a
double
banner
flying
from
his
staff
;
the
moon-and-falcon
of
House
Arryn
on
high
,
and
below
it
his
own
black
fish
.
Farm
wagons
and
merchants
'
carts
and
riders
from
lesser
houses
moved
aside
to
let
them
pass
.
Even
so
,
it
was
full
dark
before
they
reached
the
stout
castle
that
stood
at
the
foot
of
the
Giant
's
Lance
.
Torches
flickered
atop
its
ramparts
,
and
the
horned
moon
danced
upon
the
dark
waters
of
its
moat
.
The
drawbridge
was
up
and
the
portcullis
down
,
but
Catelyn
saw
lights
burning
in
the
gatehouse
and
spilling
from
the
windows
of
the
square
towers
beyond
.
"
The
Gates
of
the
Moon
,
"
her
uncle
said
as
the
party
drew
rein
.
His
standard-bearer
rode
to
the
edge
of
the
moat
to
hail
the
men
in
the
gatehouse
.
"
Lord
Nestor
's
seat
.
He
should
be
expecting
us
.
Look
up
.
"
Catelyn
raised
her
eyes
,
up
and
up
and
up
.
At
first
all
she
saw
was
stone
and
trees
,
the
looming
mass
of
the
great
mountain
shrouded
in
night
,
as
black
as
a
starless
sky
.
Then
she
noticed
the
glow
of
distant
fires
well
above
them
;
a
tower
keep
,
built
upon
the
steep
side
of
the
mountain
,
its
lights
like
orange
eyes
staring
down
from
above
.
Above
that
was
another
,
higher
and
more
distant
,
and
still
higher
a
third
,
no
more
than
a
flickering
spark
in
the
sky
.
And
finally
,
up
where
the
falcons
soared
,
a
flash
of
white
in
the
moonlight
.
Vertigo
washed
over
her
as
she
stared
upward
at
the
pale
towers
,
so
far
above
.
"
The
Eyrie
,
"
she
heard
Marillion
murmur
,
awed
.
The
sharp
voice
of
Tyrion
Lannister
broke
in
.
"
The
Arryns
must
not
be
overfond
of
company
.
If
you
're
planning
to
make
us
climb
that
mountain
in
the
dark
,
I
'd
rather
you
kill
me
here
.
"
"
We
'll
spend
the
night
here
and
make
the
ascent
on
the
morrow
,
"
Brynden
told
him
.
"
I
can
scarcely
wait
,
"
the
dwarf
replied
.
"
How
do
we
get
up
there
?
I
've
no
experience
at
riding
goats
.
"
