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The
king
groaned
.
"
Seven
hells
,
do
n't
start
with
her
again
.
That
's
done
,
I
'll
hear
no
more
of
it
.
"
"
Why
would
you
want
me
as
your
Hand
,
if
you
refuse
to
listen
to
my
counsel
?
"
"
Why
?
"
Robert
laughed
.
"
Why
not
?
Someone
has
to
rule
this
damnable
kingdom
.
Put
on
the
badge
,
Ned
.
It
suits
you
.
And
if
you
ever
throw
it
in
my
face
again
,
I
swear
to
you
,
I
'll
pin
the
damned
thing
on
Jaime
Lannister
.
"
The
eastern
sky
was
rose
and
gold
as
the
sun
broke
over
the
Vale
of
Arryn
.
Catelyn
Stark
watched
the
light
spread
,
her
hands
resting
on
the
delicate
carved
stone
of
the
balustrade
outside
her
window
.
Below
her
the
world
turned
from
black
to
indigo
to
green
as
dawn
crept
across
fields
and
forests
.
Pale
white
mists
rose
off
Alyssa
's
Tears
,
where
the
ghost
waters
plunged
over
the
shoulder
of
the
mountain
to
begin
their
long
tumble
down
the
face
of
the
Giant
's
Lance
.
Catelyn
could
feel
the
faint
touch
of
spray
on
her
face
.
Alyssa
Arryn
had
seen
her
husband
,
her
brothers
,
and
all
her
children
slain
,
and
yet
in
life
she
had
never
shed
a
tear
.
So
in
death
,
the
gods
had
decreed
that
she
would
know
no
rest
until
her
weeping
watered
the
black
earth
of
the
Vale
,
where
the
men
she
had
loved
were
buried
.
Alyssa
had
been
dead
six
thousand
years
now
,
and
still
no
drop
of
the
torrent
had
ever
reached
the
valley
floor
far
below
.
Catelyn
wondered
how
large
a
waterfall
her
own
tears
would
make
when
she
died
.
"
Tell
me
the
rest
of
it
,
"
she
said
.
"
The
Kingslayer
is
massing
a
host
at
Casterly
Rock
,
"
Ser
Rodrik
Cassel
answered
from
the
room
behind
her
.
"
Your
brother
writes
that
he
has
sent
riders
to
the
Rock
,
demanding
that
Lord
Tywin
proclaim
his
intent
,
but
he
has
had
no
answer
.
Edmure
has
commanded
Lord
Vance
and
Lord
Piper
to
guard
the
pass
below
the
Golden
Tooth
.
He
vows
to
you
that
he
will
yield
no
foot
of
Tully
land
without
first
watering
it
with
Lannister
blood
.
"
Catelyn
turned
away
from
the
sunrise
.
Its
beauty
did
little
to
lighten
her
mood
;
it
seemed
cruel
for
a
day
to
dawn
so
fair
and
end
so
foul
as
this
one
promised
to
.
"
Edmure
has
sent
riders
and
made
vows
,
"
she
said
,
"
but
Edmure
is
not
the
Lord
of
Riverrun
.
What
of
my
lord
father
?
"
"
The
message
made
no
mention
of
Lord
Hoster
,
my
lady
.
"
Ser
Rodrik
tugged
at
his
whiskers
.
They
had
grown
in
white
as
snow
and
bristly
as
a
thornbush
while
he
was
recovering
from
his
wounds
;
he
looked
almost
himself
again
.
"
My
father
would
not
have
given
the
defense
of
Riverrun
over
to
Edmure
unless
he
was
very
sick
,
"
she
said
,
worried
.
"
I
should
have
been
woken
as
soon
as
this
bird
arrived
.
"
