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A
chill
pierced
Ned
's
heart
.
"
My
daughter
...
"
"
Surely
you
did
not
think
I
'd
forgotten
about
your
sweet
innocent
,
my
lord
?
The
queen
most
certainly
has
not
.
"
"
No
,
"
Ned
pleaded
,
his
voice
cracking
.
"
Varys
,
gods
have
mercy
,
do
as
you
like
with
me
,
but
leave
my
daughter
out
of
your
schemes
.
Sansa
's
no
more
than
a
child
.
"
"
Rhaenys
was
a
child
too
.
Prince
Rhaegar
's
daughter
.
A
precious
little
thing
,
younger
than
your
girls
.
She
had
a
small
black
kitten
she
called
Balerion
,
did
you
know
?
I
always
wondered
what
happened
to
him
.
Rhaenys
liked
to
pretend
he
was
the
true
Balerion
,
the
Black
Dread
of
old
,
but
I
imagine
the
Lannisters
taught
her
the
difference
between
a
kitten
and
a
dragon
quick
enough
,
the
day
they
broke
down
her
door
"
Varys
gave
a
long
weary
sigh
,
the
sigh
of
a
man
who
carried
all
the
sadness
of
the
world
in
a
sack
upon
his
shoulders
.
"
The
High
Septon
once
told
me
that
as
we
sin
,
so
do
we
suffer
.
If
that
's
true
,
Lord
Eddard
,
tell
me
...
why
is
it
always
the
innocents
who
suffer
most
,
when
you
high
lords
play
your
game
of
thrones
?
Ponder
it
,
if
you
would
,
while
you
wait
upon
the
queen
.
And
spare
a
thought
for
this
as
well
:
The
next
visitor
who
calls
on
you
could
bring
you
bread
and
cheese
and
the
milk
of
the
poppy
for
your
pain
...
or
he
could
bring
you
Sansa
's
head
.
"
The
choice
,
my
dear
lord
Hand
,
is
entirely
yours
.
"
As
the
host
trooped
down
the
causeway
through
the
black
bogs
of
the
Neck
and
spilled
out
into
the
riverlands
beyond
,
Catelyn
's
apprehensions
grew
.
She
masked
her
fears
behind
a
face
kept
still
and
stern
,
yet
they
were
there
all
the
same
,
growing
with
every
league
they
crossed
.
Her
days
were
anxious
,
her
nights
restless
,
and
every
raven
that
flew
overhead
made
her
clench
her
teeth
.
She
feared
for
her
lord
father
,
and
wondered
at
his
ominous
silence
.
She
feared
for
her
brother
Edmure
,
and
prayed
that
the
gods
would
watch
over
him
if
he
must
face
the
Kingslayer
in
battle
.
She
feared
for
Ned
and
her
girls
,
and
for
the
sweet
sons
she
had
left
behind
at
Winterfell
.
And
yet
there
was
nothing
she
could
do
for
any
of
them
,
and
so
she
made
herself
put
all
thought
of
them
aside
.
You
must
save
your
strength
for
Robb
,
she
told
herself
.
He
is
the
only
one
you
can
help
.
You
must
be
as
fierce
and
hard
as
the
north
,
Catelyn
Tully
.
You
must
be
a
Stark
for
true
now
,
like
your
son
.
Robb
rode
at
the
front
of
the
column
,
beneath
the
flapping
white
banner
of
Winterfell
.
Each
day
he
would
ask
one
of
his
lords
to
join
him
,
so
they
might
confer
as
they
marched
;
he
honored
every
man
in
turn
,
showing
no
favorites
,
listening
as
his
lord
father
had
listened
,
weighing
the
words
of
one
against
the
other
.
He
has
learned
so
much
from
Ned
,
she
thought
as
she
watched
him
,
but
has
he
learned
enough
?
The
Blackfish
had
taken
a
hundred
picked
men
and
a
hundred
swift
horses
and
raced
ahead
to
screen
their
movements
and
scout
the
way
.
The
reports
Ser
Brynden
's
riders
brought
back
did
little
to
reassure
her
.
