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"
Mules
,
"
Brynden
said
,
smiling
.
"
There
are
steps
carved
into
the
mountain
,
"
Catelyn
said
.
Ned
had
told
her
about
them
when
he
talked
of
his
youth
here
with
Robert
Baratheon
and
Jon
Arryn
.
Her
uncle
nodded
.
"
It
is
too
dark
to
see
them
,
but
the
steps
are
there
.
Too
steep
and
narrow
for
horses
,
but
mules
can
manage
them
most
of
the
way
.
The
path
is
guarded
by
three
waycastles
,
Stone
and
Snow
and
Sky
.
The
mules
will
take
us
as
far
up
as
Sky
.
"
Tyrion
Lannister
glanced
up
doubtfully
.
"
And
beyond
that
?
"
Brynden
smiled
.
"
Beyond
that
,
the
path
is
too
steep
even
for
mules
.
We
ascend
on
foot
the
rest
of
the
way
.
Or
perchance
you
'd
prefer
to
ride
a
basket
.
The
Eyrie
clings
to
the
mountain
directly
above
Sky
,
and
in
its
cellars
are
six
great
winches
with
long
iron
chains
to
draw
supplies
up
from
below
.
If
you
prefer
,
my
lord
of
Lannister
,
I
can
arrange
for
you
to
ride
up
with
the
bread
and
beer
and
apples
.
"
The
dwarf
gave
a
bark
of
laughter
.
"
Would
that
I
were
a
pumpkin
,
"
he
said
.
"
Alas
,
my
lord
father
would
no
doubt
be
most
chagrined
if
his
son
of
Lannister
went
to
his
fate
like
a
load
of
turnips
.
If
you
ascend
on
foot
,
I
fear
I
must
do
the
same
.
We
Lannisters
do
have
a
certain
pride
.
"
"
Pride
?
"
Catelyn
snapped
.
His
mocking
tone
and
easy
manner
made
her
angry
.
"
Arrogance
,
some
might
call
it
.
Arrogance
and
avarice
and
lust
for
power
.
"
"
My
brother
is
undoubtedly
arrogant
,
"
Tyrion
Lannister
replied
.
"
My
father
is
the
soul
of
avarice
,
and
my
sweet
sister
Cersei
lusts
for
power
with
every
waking
breath
.
I
,
however
,
am
innocent
as
a
little
lamb
.
Shall
I
bleat
for
you
?
"
He
grinned
.
The
drawbridge
came
creaking
down
before
she
could
reply
,
and
they
heard
the
sound
of
oiled
chains
as
the
portcullis
was
drawn
up
.
Men-at-arms
carried
burning
brands
out
to
light
their
way
,
and
her
uncle
led
them
across
the
moat
.
Lord
Nestor
Royce
,
High
Steward
of
the
Vale
and
Keeper
of
the
Gates
of
the
Moon
,
was
waiting
in
the
yard
to
greet
them
,
surrounded
by
his
knights
.
"
Lady
Stark
,
"
he
said
,
bowing
.
He
was
a
massive
,
barrel-chested
man
,
and
his
bow
was
clumsy
.
