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Perhaps
she
did
doze
for
a
moment
,
for
suddenly
a
massive
ironbound
gate
was
looming
before
them
.
"
Stone
,
"
Mya
announced
cheerily
,
dismounting
.
Iron
spikes
were
set
along
the
tops
of
formidable
stone
walls
,
and
two
fat
round
towers
overtopped
the
keep
.
The
gate
swung
open
at
Mya
's
shout
.
Inside
,
the
portly
knight
who
commanded
the
waycastle
greeted
Mya
by
name
and
offered
them
skewers
of
charred
meat
and
onions
still
hot
from
the
spit
.
Catelyn
had
not
realized
how
hungry
she
was
.
She
ate
standing
in
the
yard
,
as
stablehands
moved
their
saddles
to
fresh
mules
.
The
hot
juices
ran
down
her
chin
and
dripped
onto
her
cloak
,
but
she
was
too
famished
to
care
.
Then
it
was
up
onto
a
new
mule
and
out
again
into
the
starlight
.
The
second
part
of
the
ascent
seemed
more
treacherous
to
Catelyn
.
The
trail
was
steeper
,
the
steps
more
worn
,
and
here
and
there
littered
with
pebbles
and
broken
stone
.
Mya
had
to
dismount
a
half-dozen
times
to
move
fallen
rocks
from
their
path
.
"
You
do
n't
want
your
mule
to
break
a
leg
up
here
,
"
she
said
.
Catelyn
was
forced
to
agree
.
She
could
feel
the
altitude
more
now
.
The
trees
were
sparser
up
here
,
and
the
wind
blew
more
vigorously
,
sharp
gusts
that
tugged
at
her
clothing
and
pushed
her
hair
into
her
eyes
.
From
time
to
time
the
steps
doubled
back
on
themselves
,
and
she
could
see
Stone
below
them
,
and
the
Gates
of
the
Moon
farther
down
,
its
torches
no
brighter
than
candles
.
Snow
was
smaller
than
Stone
,
a
single
fortified
tower
and
a
timber
keep
and
stable
hidden
behind
a
low
wall
of
unmortared
rock
.
Yet
it
nestled
against
the
Giant
's
Lance
in
such
a
way
as
to
command
the
entire
stone
stair
above
the
lower
waycastle
.
An
enemy
intent
on
the
Eyrie
would
have
to
fight
his
way
from
Stone
step
by
step
,
while
rocks
and
arrows
rained
down
from
Snow
above
.
The
commander
,
an
anxious
young
knight
with
a
pockmarked
face
,
offered
bread
and
cheese
and
the
chance
to
warm
themselves
before
his
fire
,
but
Mya
declined
.
"
We
ought
to
keep
going
,
my
lady
,
"
she
said
.
"
If
it
please
you
.
"
Catelyn
nodded
.
Again
they
were
given
fresh
mules
.
Hers
was
white
.
Mya
smiled
when
she
saw
him
.
"
Whitey
's
a
good
one
,
my
lady
.
Sure
of
foot
,
even
on
ice
,
but
you
need
to
be
careful
.
He
'll
kick
if
he
does
n't
like
you
.
"
The
white
mule
seemed
to
like
Catelyn
;
there
was
no
kicking
,
thank
the
gods
.
There
was
no
ice
either
,
and
she
was
grateful
for
that
as
well
.
"
My
mother
says
that
hundreds
of
years
ago
,
this
was
where
the
snow
began
,
"
Mya
told
her
.
"
It
was
always
white
above
here
,
and
the
ice
never
melted
.
"
She
shrugged
.
"
I
ca
n't
remember
ever
seeing
snow
this
far
down
the
mountain
,
but
maybe
it
was
that
way
once
,
in
the
olden
times
.
"
So
young
,
Catelyn
thought
,
trying
to
remember
if
she
had
ever
been
like
that
.
The
girl
had
lived
half
her
life
in
summer
,
and
that
was
all
she
knew
.
Winter
is
coming
,
child
,
she
wanted
to
tell
her
.
The
words
were
on
her
lips
;
she
almost
said
them
.
Perhaps
she
was
becoming
a
Stark
at
last
.
Above
Snow
,
the
wind
was
a
living
thing
,
howling
around
them
like
a
wolf
in
the
waste
,
then
falling
off
to
nothing
as
if
to
lure
them
into
complacency
.
The
stars
seemed
brighter
up
here
,
so
close
that
she
could
almost
touch
them
,
and
the
horned
moon
was
huge
in
the
clear
black
sky
.
As
they
climbed
,
Catelyn
found
it
was
better
to
look
up
than
down
.
The
steps
were
cracked
and
broken
from
centuries
of
freeze
and
thaw
and
the
tread
of
countless
mules
,
and
even
in
the
dark
the
heights
put
her
heart
in
her
throat
.
When
they
came
to
a
high
saddle
between
two
spires
of
rock
,
Mya
dismounted
.
"
It
's
best
to
lead
the
mules
over
,
"
she
said
.
"
The
wind
can
be
a
little
scary
here
,
my
lady
.
"
