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Catelyn
climbed
stiffly
from
the
shadows
and
looked
at
the
path
ahead
;
twenty
feet
long
and
close
to
three
feet
wide
,
but
with
a
precipitous
drop
to
either
side
.
She
could
hear
the
wind
shrieking
.
Mya
stepped
lightly
out
,
her
mule
following
as
calmly
as
if
they
were
crossing
a
bailey
.
It
was
her
turn
.
Yet
no
sooner
had
she
taken
her
first
step
than
fear
caught
Catelyn
in
its
jaws
.
She
could
feel
the
emptiness
,
the
vast
black
gulfs
of
air
that
yawned
around
her
.
She
stopped
,
trembling
,
afraid
to
move
.
The
wind
screamed
at
her
and
wrenched
at
her
cloak
,
trying
to
pull
her
over
the
edge
.
Catelyn
edged
her
foot
backward
,
the
most
timid
of
steps
,
but
the
mule
was
behind
her
,
and
she
could
not
retreat
.
I
am
going
to
die
here
,
she
thought
.
She
could
feel
cold
sweat
trickling
down
her
back
.
"
Lady
Stark
,
"
Mya
called
across
the
gulf
.
The
girl
sounded
a
thousand
leagues
away
.
"
Are
you
well
?
"
Catelyn
Tully
Stark
swallowed
what
remained
of
her
pride
.
"
I.
.
.
I
can
not
do
this
,
child
,
"
she
called
out
.
"
Yes
you
can
,
"
the
bastard
girl
said
.
"
I
know
you
can
.
Look
how
wide
the
path
is
.
"
"
I
do
n't
want
to
look
.
"
The
world
seemed
to
be
spinning
around
her
,
mountain
and
sky
and
mules
,
whirling
like
a
child
's
top
.
Catelyn
closed
her
eyes
to
steady
her
ragged
breathing
.
"
I
'll
come
back
for
you
,
"
Mya
said
.
"
Do
n't
move
,
my
lady
.
"
Moving
was
about
the
last
thing
Catelyn
was
about
to
do
.
She
listened
to
the
skirling
of
the
wind
and
the
scuffling
sound
of
leather
on
stone
.
Then
Mya
was
there
,
taking
her
gently
by
the
arm
.
"
Keep
your
eyes
closed
if
you
like
.
Let
go
of
the
rope
now
,
Whitey
will
take
care
of
himself
.
Very
good
,
my
lady
.
I
'll
lead
you
over
,
it
's
easy
,
you
'll
see
.
Give
me
a
step
now
.
That
's
it
,
move
your
foot
,
just
slide
it
forward
.
See
.
Now
another
.
Easy
.
You
could
run
across
.
Another
one
,
go
on
.
Yes
.
"
And
so
,
foot
by
foot
,
step
by
step
,
the
bastard
girl
led
Catelyn
across
,
blind
and
trembling
,
while
the
white
mule
followed
placidly
behind
them
.
The
waycastle
called
Sky
was
no
more
than
a
high
,
crescent-shaped
wall
of
unmortared
stone
raised
against
the
side
of
the
mountain
,
but
even
the
topless
towers
of
Valyria
could
not
have
looked
more
beautiful
to
Catelyn
Stark
.
Here
at
last
the
snow
crown
began
;
Sky
's
weathered
stones
were
rimed
with
frost
,
and
long
spears
of
ice
hung
from
the
slopes
above
.
Dawn
was
breaking
in
the
east
as
Mya
Stone
hallooed
for
the
guards
,
and
the
gates
opened
before
them
.
Inside
the
walls
there
was
only
a
series
of
ramps
and
a
great
tumble
of
boulders
and
stones
of
all
sizes
.
No
doubt
it
would
be
the
easiest
thing
in
the
world
to
begin
an
avalanche
from
here
.
A
mouth
yawned
in
the
rock
face
in
front
of
them
.
