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"
Oh
,
do
you
?
That
's
blunt
.
Why
should
I
let
you
?
"
For
a
moment
her
anger
flared
.
"
If
you
were
strong
enough
to
climb
your
own
battlements
,
Lord
Frey
,
you
would
see
that
my
son
has
twenty
thousand
men
outside
your
walls
.
"
"
They
'll
be
twenty
thousand
fresh
corpses
when
Lord
Tywin
gets
here
,
"
the
old
man
shot
back
.
"
Do
n't
you
try
and
frighten
me
,
my
lady
.
Your
husband
's
in
some
traitor
's
cell
under
the
Red
Keep
,
your
father
's
sick
,
might
be
dying
,
and
Jaime
Lannister
's
got
your
brother
in
chains
.
What
do
you
have
that
I
should
fear
?
That
son
of
yours
?
I
'll
match
you
son
for
son
,
and
I
'll
still
have
eighteen
when
yours
are
all
dead
.
"
"
You
swore
an
oath
to
my
father
,
"
Catelyn
reminded
him
.
He
bobbed
his
head
side
to
side
,
smiling
.
"
Oh
,
yes
,
I
said
some
words
,
but
I
swore
oaths
to
the
crown
too
,
it
seems
to
me
.
Joffrey
's
the
king
now
,
and
that
makes
you
and
your
boy
and
all
those
fools
out
there
no
better
than
rebels
.
If
I
had
the
sense
the
gods
gave
a
fish
,
I
'd
help
the
Lannisters
boil
you
all
.
"
"
Why
do
n't
you
?
"
she
challenged
him
.
Lord
Walder
snorted
with
disdain
.
"
Lord
Tywin
the
proud
and
splendid
,
Warden
of
the
West
,
Hand
of
the
King
,
oh
,
what
a
great
man
that
one
is
,
him
and
his
gold
this
and
gold
that
and
lions
here
and
lions
there
.
I
'll
wager
you
,
he
eats
too
many
beans
,
he
breaks
wind
just
like
me
,
but
you
'll
never
hear
him
admit
it
,
oh
,
no
.
What
's
he
got
to
be
so
puffed
up
about
anyway
?
Only
two
sons
,
and
one
of
them
's
a
twisted
little
monster
.
I
'll
match
him
son
for
son
,
and
I
'll
still
have
nineteen
and
a
half
left
when
all
of
his
are
dead
!
"
He
cackled
.
"
If
Lord
Tywin
wants
my
help
,
he
can
bloody
well
ask
for
it
.
"
That
was
all
Catelyn
needed
to
hear
.
"
I
am
asking
for
your
help
,
my
lord
,
"
she
said
humbly
.
"
And
my
father
and
my
brother
and
my
lord
husband
and
my
sons
are
asking
with
my
voice
.
"
Lord
Walder
jabbed
a
bony
finger
at
her
face
.
"
Save
your
sweet
words
,
my
lady
.
Sweet
words
I
get
from
my
wife
.
Did
you
see
her
?
Sixteen
she
is
,
a
little
flower
,
and
her
honey
's
only
for
me
.
I
wager
she
gives
me
a
son
by
this
time
next
year
.
Perhaps
I
'll
make
him
heir
,
would
n't
that
boil
the
rest
of
them
?
"
