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"
Mother
,
are
you
certain
?
"
Clearly
,
Robb
was
not
.
"
Never
more
,
"
Catelyn
lied
glibly
.
"
Lord
Walder
is
my
father
's
bannerman
.
I
have
known
him
since
I
was
a
girl
.
He
would
never
offer
me
any
harm
.
"
Unless
he
saw
some
profit
in
it
,
she
added
silently
,
but
some
truths
did
not
bear
saying
,
and
some
lies
were
necessary
.
"
I
am
certain
my
lord
father
would
be
pleased
to
speak
to
the
Lady
Catelyn
,
"
Ser
Stevron
said
.
"
To
vouchsafe
for
our
good
intentions
,
my
brother
Ser
Perwyn
will
remain
here
until
she
is
safely
returned
to
you
.
"
"
He
shall
be
our
honored
guest
,
"
said
Robb
.
Ser
Perwyn
,
the
youngest
of
the
four
Freys
in
the
party
,
dismounted
and
handed
the
reins
of
his
horse
to
a
brother
.
"
I
require
my
lady
mother
's
return
by
evenfall
,
Ser
Stevron
,
"
Robb
went
on
.
"
It
is
not
my
intent
to
linger
here
long
.
"
Ser
Stevron
Frey
gave
a
polite
nod
.
"
As
you
say
,
my
lord
.
"
Catelyn
spurred
her
horse
forward
and
did
not
look
back
.
Lord
Walder
's
sons
and
envoys
fell
in
around
her
.
Her
father
had
once
said
of
Walder
Frey
that
he
was
the
only
lord
in
the
Seven
Kingdoms
who
could
field
an
army
out
of
his
breeches
.
When
the
Lord
of
the
Crossing
welcomed
Catelyn
in
the
great
hall
of
the
east
castle
,
surrounded
by
twenty
living
sons
(
minus
Ser
Perwyn
,
who
would
have
made
twenty-one
)
,
thirty-six
grandsons
,
nineteen
great-grandsons
,
and
numerous
daughters
,
granddaughters
,
bastards
,
and
grandbastards
,
she
understood
just
what
he
had
meant
.
Lord
Walder
was
ninety
,
a
wizened
pink
weasel
with
a
bald
spotted
head
,
too
gouty
to
stand
unassisted
.
His
newest
wife
,
a
pale
frail
girl
of
sixteen
years
,
walked
beside
his
litter
when
they
carried
him
in
.
She
was
the
eighth
Lady
Frey
.
"
It
is
a
great
pleasure
to
see
you
again
after
so
many
years
,
my
lord
,
"
Catelyn
said
.
The
old
man
squinted
at
her
suspiciously
.
"
Is
it
?
I
doubt
that
.
Spare
me
your
sweet
words
,
Lady
Catelyn
,
I
am
too
old
.
Why
are
you
here
?
Is
your
boy
too
proud
to
come
before
me
himself
?
What
am
I
to
do
with
you
?
"
