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"
Your
lady
sister
thought
it
better
to
let
you
sleep
,
Maester
Colemon
told
me
.
"
"
I
should
have
been
woken
,
"
she
insisted
.
"
The
maester
tells
me
your
sister
planned
to
speak
with
you
after
the
combat
,
"
Ser
Rodrik
said
.
"
Then
she
still
plans
to
go
through
with
this
mummer
's
farce
?
"
Catelyn
grimaced
.
"
The
dwarf
has
played
her
like
a
set
of
pipes
,
and
she
is
too
deaf
to
hear
the
tune
.
Whatever
happens
this
morning
,
Ser
Rodrik
,
it
is
past
time
we
took
our
leave
.
My
place
is
at
Winterfell
with
my
sons
.
If
you
are
strong
enough
to
travel
,
I
shall
ask
Lysa
for
an
escort
to
see
us
to
Gulltown
.
We
can
take
ship
from
there
.
"
"
Another
ship
?
"
Ser
Rodrik
looked
a
shade
green
,
yet
he
managed
not
to
shudder
.
"
As
you
say
,
my
lady
.
"
The
old
knight
waited
outside
her
door
as
Catelyn
summoned
the
servants
Lysa
had
given
her
.
If
she
spoke
to
her
sister
before
the
duel
,
perhaps
she
could
change
her
mind
,
she
thought
as
they
dressed
her
.
Lysa
's
policies
varied
with
her
moods
,
and
her
moods
changed
hourly
.
The
shy
girl
she
had
known
at
Riverrun
had
grown
into
a
woman
who
was
by
turns
proud
,
fearful
,
cruel
,
dreamy
,
reckless
,
timid
,
stubborn
,
vain
,
and
,
above
all
,
inconstant
.
When
that
vile
turnkey
of
hers
had
come
crawling
to
tell
them
that
Tyrion
Lannister
wished
to
confess
,
Catelyn
had
urged
Lysa
to
have
the
dwarf
brought
to
them
privately
,
but
no
,
nothing
would
do
but
that
her
sister
must
make
a
show
of
him
before
half
the
Vale
.
And
now
this
...
"
Lannister
is
my
prisoner
,
"
she
told
Ser
Rodrik
as
they
descended
the
tower
stairs
and
made
their
way
through
the
Eyrie
's
cold
white
halls
.
Catelyn
wore
plain
grey
wool
with
a
silvered
belt
.
"
My
sister
must
be
reminded
of
that
.
"
At
the
doors
to
Lysa
's
apartments
,
they
met
her
uncle
storming
out
.
"
Going
to
join
the
fool
's
festival
?
"
Ser
Brynden
snapped
.
"
I
'd
tell
you
to
slap
some
sense
into
your
sister
,
if
I
thought
it
would
do
any
good
,
but
you
'd
only
bruise
your
hand
.
"
