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"
And
what
if
I
do
not
choose
to
pay
this
toll
?
"
"
Then
you
had
best
retreat
back
to
Moat
Cailin
,
deploy
to
meet
Lord
Tywin
in
battle
...
or
grow
wings
.
I
see
no
other
choices
.
"
Catelyn
put
her
heels
to
her
horse
and
rode
off
,
leaving
her
son
to
ponder
her
words
.
It
would
not
do
to
make
him
feel
as
if
his
mother
were
usurping
his
place
.
Did
you
teach
him
wisdom
as
well
as
valor
,
Ned
?
she
wondered
.
Did
you
teach
him
how
to
kneel
?
The
graveyards
of
the
Seven
Kingdoms
were
full
of
brave
men
who
had
never
learned
that
lesson
.
It
was
near
midday
when
their
vanguard
came
in
sight
of
the
Twins
,
where
the
Lords
of
the
Crossing
had
their
seat
.
The
Green
Fork
ran
swift
and
deep
here
,
but
the
Freys
had
spanned
it
many
centuries
past
and
grown
rich
off
the
coin
men
paid
them
to
cross
.
Their
bridge
was
a
massive
arch
of
smooth
grey
rock
,
wide
enough
for
two
wagons
to
pass
abreast
;
the
Water
Tower
rose
from
the
center
of
the
span
,
commanding
both
road
and
river
with
its
arrow
slits
,
murder
holes
,
and
portcullises
.
It
had
taken
the
Freys
three
generations
to
complete
their
bridge
;
when
they
were
done
they
'd
thrown
up
stout
timber
keeps
on
either
bank
,
so
no
one
might
cross
without
their
leave
.
The
timber
had
long
since
given
way
to
stone
.
The
Twins
--
two
squat
,
ugly
,
formidable
castles
,
identical
in
every
respect
,
with
the
bridge
arching
between
--
had
guarded
the
crossing
for
centuries
.
High
curtain
walls
,
deep
moats
,
and
heavy
oak-and-iron
gates
protected
the
approaches
,
the
bridge
footings
rose
from
within
stout
inner
keeps
,
there
was
a
barbican
and
portcullis
on
either
bank
,
and
the
Water
Tower
defended
the
span
itself
.
One
glance
was
sufficient
to
tell
Catelyn
that
the
castle
would
not
be
taken
by
storm
.
The
battlements
bristled
with
spears
and
swords
and
scorpions
,
there
was
an
archer
at
every
crenel
and
arrow
slit
,
the
drawbridge
was
up
,
the
portcullis
down
,
the
gates
closed
and
barred
.
The
Greatjon
began
to
curse
and
swear
as
soon
as
he
saw
what
awaited
them
.
Lord
Rickard
Karstark
glowered
in
silence
.
"
That
can
not
be
assaulted
,
my
lords
,
"
Roose
Bolton
announced
.
"
Nor
can
we
take
it
by
siege
,
without
an
army
on
the
far
bank
to
invest
the
other
castle
,
"
Helman
Tallhart
said
gloomily
.
Across
the
deep-running
green
waters
,
the
western
twin
stood
like
a
reflection
of
its
eastern
brother
.
"
Even
if
we
had
the
time
.
Which
,
to
be
sure
,
we
do
not
.
"
As
the
northern
lords
studied
the
castle
,
a
sally
port
opened
,
a
plank
bridge
slid
across
the
moat
,
and
a
dozen
knights
rode
forth
to
confront
them
,
led
by
four
of
Lord
Walder
's
many
sons
.
