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Their
banner
bore
twin
towers
,
dark
blue
on
a
field
of
pale
silver-grey
.
Ser
Stevron
Frey
,
Lord
Walder
's
heir
,
spoke
for
them
.
The
Freys
all
looked
like
weasels
;
Ser
Stevron
,
past
sixty
with
grandchildren
of
his
own
,
looked
like
an
especially
old
and
tired
weasel
,
yet
he
was
polite
enough
.
"
My
lord
father
has
sent
me
to
greet
you
,
and
inquire
as
to
who
leads
this
mighty
host
.
"
"
I
do
.
"
Robb
spurred
his
horse
forward
.
He
was
in
his
armor
,
with
the
direwolf
shield
of
Winterfell
strapped
to
his
saddle
and
Grey
Wind
padding
by
his
side
.
The
old
knight
looked
at
her
son
with
a
faint
flicker
of
amusement
in
his
watery
grey
eyes
,
though
his
gelding
whickered
uneasily
and
sidled
away
from
the
direwolf
.
"
My
lord
father
would
be
most
honored
if
you
would
share
meat
and
mead
with
him
in
the
castle
and
explain
your
purpose
here
.
"
His
words
crashed
among
the
lords
bannermen
like
a
great
stone
from
a
catapult
.
Not
one
of
them
approved
.
They
cursed
,
argued
,
shouted
down
each
other
.
"
You
must
not
do
this
,
my
lord
,
"
Galbart
Glover
pleaded
with
Robb
.
"
Lord
Walder
is
not
to
be
trusted
.
"
Roose
Bolton
nodded
.
"
Go
in
there
alone
and
you
're
his
.
He
can
sell
you
to
the
Lannisters
,
throw
you
in
a
dungeon
,
or
slit
your
throat
,
as
he
likes
.
"
"
If
he
wants
to
talk
to
us
,
let
him
open
his
gates
,
and
we
will
all
share
his
meat
and
mead
,
"
declared
Ser
Wendel
Manderly
.
"
Or
let
him
come
out
and
treat
with
Robb
here
,
in
plain
sight
of
his
men
and
ours
,
"
suggested
his
brother
,
Ser
Wylis
.
Catelyn
Stark
shared
all
their
doubts
,
but
she
had
only
to
glance
at
Ser
Stevron
to
see
that
he
was
not
pleased
by
what
he
was
hearing
.
A
few
more
words
and
the
chance
would
be
lost
.
She
had
to
act
,
and
quickly
.
"
I
will
go
,
"
she
said
loudly
.
"
You
,
my
lady
?
"
The
Greatjon
furrowed
his
brow
.
