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Robb
grinned
"
Grey
Wind
ate
two
of
his
fingers
,
and
he
laughed
about
it
.
So
you
agree
,
then
?
"
"
Your
father
is
not
fearless
,
"
Catelyn
pointed
out
.
"
He
is
brave
,
but
that
is
very
different
.
"
Her
son
considered
that
for
a
moment
.
"
The
eastern
host
will
be
all
that
stands
between
Lord
Tywin
and
Winterfell
,
"
he
said
thoughtfully
.
"
Well
,
them
and
whatever
few
bowmen
I
leave
here
at
the
Moat
.
So
I
do
n't
want
someone
fearless
,
do
I
?
"
"
No
.
You
want
cold
cunning
,
I
should
think
,
not
courage
.
"
"
Roose
Bolton
,
"
Robb
said
at
once
.
"
That
man
scares
me
.
"
"
Then
let
us
pray
he
will
scare
Tywin
Lannister
as
well
.
"
Robb
nodded
and
rolled
up
the
map
.
"
I
'll
give
the
commands
,
and
assemble
an
escort
to
take
you
home
to
Winterfell
.
"
Catelyn
had
fought
to
keep
herself
strong
,
for
Ned
's
sake
and
for
this
stubborn
brave
son
of
theirs
.
She
had
put
despair
and
fear
aside
,
as
if
they
were
garments
she
did
not
choose
to
wear
...
but
now
she
saw
that
she
had
donned
them
after
all
.
"
I
am
not
going
to
Winterfell
,
"
she
heard
herself
say
,
surprised
at
the
sudden
rush
of
tears
that
blurred
her
vision
.
"
My
father
may
be
dying
behind
the
walls
of
Riverrun
.
My
brother
is
surrounded
by
foes
.
I
must
go
to
them
.
"
