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Ser
Helman
Tallhart
was
the
first
to
follow
the
direwolf
across
the
room
to
pay
his
respects
,
kneeling
before
her
and
pressing
his
brow
to
her
hand
.
"
Lady
Catelyn
,
"
he
said
,
"
you
are
fair
as
ever
,
a
welcome
sight
in
troubled
times
.
"
The
Glovers
followed
,
Galbart
and
Robett
,
and
Greatjon
Umber
,
and
the
rest
,
one
by
one
.
Theon
Greyjoy
was
the
last
.
"
I
had
not
looked
to
see
you
here
,
my
lady
,
"
he
said
as
he
knelt
.
"
I
had
not
thought
to
be
here
,
"
Catelyn
said
,
"
until
I
came
ashore
at
White
Harbor
,
and
Lord
Wyman
told
me
that
Robb
had
called
the
banners
.
You
know
his
son
,
Ser
Wendel
.
"
Wendel
Manderly
stepped
forward
and
bowed
as
low
as
his
girth
would
allow
.
"
And
my
uncle
,
Ser
Brynden
Tully
,
who
has
left
my
sister
's
service
for
mine
.
"
"
The
Blackfish
,
"
Robb
said
.
"
Thank
you
for
joining
us
,
ser
.
We
need
men
of
your
courage
.
And
you
,
Ser
Wendel
,
I
am
glad
to
have
you
here
.
Is
Ser
Rodrik
with
you
as
well
,
Mother
?
I
've
missed
him
.
"
"
Ser
Rodrik
is
on
his
way
north
from
White
Harbor
.
I
have
named
him
castellan
and
commanded
him
to
hold
Winterfell
till
our
return
.
Maester
Luwin
is
a
wise
counsellor
,
but
unskilled
in
the
arts
of
war
.
"
"
Have
no
fear
on
that
count
,
Lady
Stark
,
"
the
Greatjon
told
her
in
his
bass
rumble
.
"
Winterfell
is
safe
.
We
'll
shove
our
swords
up
Tywin
Lannister
's
bunghole
soon
enough
,
begging
your
pardons
,
and
then
it
's
on
to
the
Red
Keep
to
free
Ned
.
"
"
My
lady
,
a
question
,
as
it
please
you
.
"
Roose
Bolton
,
Lord
of
the
Dreadfort
,
had
a
small
voice
,
yet
when
he
spoke
larger
men
quieted
to
listen
.
His
eyes
were
curiously
pale
,
almost
without
color
,
and
his
look
disturbing
.
"
It
is
said
that
you
hold
Lord
Tywin
's
dwarf
son
as
captive
.
Have
you
brought
him
to
us
?
I
vow
,
we
should
make
good
use
of
such
a
hostage
.
"
"
I
did
hold
Tyrion
Lannister
,
but
no
longer
,
"
Catelyn
was
forced
to
admit
.
A
chorus
of
consternation
greeted
the
news
.
"
I
was
no
more
pleased
than
you
,
my
lords
.
The
gods
saw
fit
to
free
him
,
with
some
help
from
my
fool
of
a
sister
.
"
She
ought
not
to
be
so
open
in
her
contempt
,
she
knew
,
but
her
parting
from
the
Eyrie
had
not
been
pleasant
.
She
had
offered
to
take
Lord
Robert
with
her
,
to
foster
him
at
Winterfell
for
a
few
years
.
The
company
of
other
boys
would
do
him
good
,
she
had
dared
to
suggest
.
Lysa
's
rage
had
been
frightening
to
behold
.
"
Sister
or
no
,
"
she
had
replied
,
"
if
you
try
to
steal
my
son
,
you
will
leave
by
the
Moon
Door
.
"
After
that
there
was
no
more
to
be
said
.
The
lords
were
anxious
to
question
her
further
,
but
Catelyn
raised
a
hand
.
"
No
doubt
we
will
have
time
for
all
this
later
,
but
my
journey
has
fatigued
me
.
I
would
speak
with
my
son
alone
.
I
know
you
will
forgive
me
,
my
lords
.
"
She
gave
them
no
choice
;
led
by
the
ever-obliging
Lord
Hornwood
,
the
bannermen
bowed
and
took
their
leave
.
"
And
you
,
Theon
,
"
she
added
when
Greyjoy
lingered
.
He
smiled
and
left
them
.
There
was
ale
and
cheese
on
the
table
.
Catelyn
tilled
a
horn
,
sat
,
sipped
,
and
studied
her
son
.
