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"
I
'm
certain
she
will
give
you
many
sons
.
"
His
head
bobbed
up
and
down
.
"
Your
lord
father
did
not
come
to
the
wedding
.
An
insult
,
as
I
see
it
.
Even
if
he
is
dying
.
He
never
came
to
my
last
wedding
either
.
He
calls
me
the
Late
Lord
Frey
,
you
know
.
Does
he
think
I
'm
dead
?
I
'm
not
dead
,
and
I
promise
you
,
I
'll
outlive
him
as
I
outlived
his
father
.
Your
family
has
always
pissed
on
me
,
do
n't
deny
it
,
do
n't
lie
,
you
know
it
's
true
.
Years
ago
,
I
went
to
your
father
and
suggested
a
match
between
his
son
and
my
daughter
.
Why
not
?
I
had
a
daughter
in
mind
,
sweet
girl
,
only
a
few
years
older
than
Edmure
,
but
if
your
brother
did
n't
warm
to
her
,
I
had
others
he
might
have
had
,
young
ones
,
old
ones
,
virgins
,
widows
,
whatever
he
wanted
.
No
,
Lord
Hoster
would
not
hear
of
it
.
Sweet
words
he
gave
me
,
excuses
,
but
what
I
wanted
was
to
get
rid
of
a
daughter
.
"
And
your
sister
,
that
one
,
she
's
full
as
bad
.
It
was
,
oh
,
a
year
ago
,
no
more
,
Jon
Arryn
was
still
the
King
's
Hand
,
and
I
went
to
the
city
to
see
my
sons
ride
in
the
tourney
.
Stevron
and
Jared
are
too
old
for
the
lists
now
,
but
Danwell
and
Hosteen
rode
,
Perwyn
as
well
,
and
a
couple
of
my
bastards
tried
the
melee
.
If
I
'd
known
how
they
'd
shame
me
,
I
would
never
have
troubled
myself
to
make
the
journey
.
Why
did
I
need
to
ride
all
that
way
to
see
Hosteen
knocked
off
his
horse
by
that
Tyrell
whelp
?
I
ask
you
.
The
boy
's
half
his
age
,
Ser
Daisy
they
call
him
,
something
like
that
.
And
Danwell
was
unhorsed
by
a
hedge
knight
!
Some
days
I
wonder
if
those
two
are
truly
mine
.
My
third
wife
was
a
Crakehall
,
all
of
the
Crakehall
women
are
sluts
.
Well
,
never
mind
about
that
,
she
died
before
you
were
born
,
what
do
you
care
?
"
I
was
speaking
of
your
sister
.
I
proposed
that
Lord
and
Lady
Arryn
foster
two
of
my
grandsons
at
court
,
and
offered
to
take
their
own
son
to
ward
here
at
the
Twins
.
Are
my
grandsons
unworthy
to
be
seen
at
the
king
's
court
?
They
are
sweet
boys
,
quiet
and
mannerly
.
Walder
is
Merrett
's
son
,
named
after
me
,
and
the
other
one
...
heh
,
I
do
n't
recall
...
he
might
have
been
another
Walder
,
they
're
always
naming
them
Walder
so
I
'll
favor
them
,
but
his
father
...
which
one
was
his
father
now
?
"
His
face
wrinkled
up
.
"
Well
,
whoever
he
was
,
Lord
Arryn
would
n't
have
him
,
or
the
other
one
,
and
I
blame
your
lady
sister
for
that
.
She
frosted
up
as
if
I
'd
suggested
selling
her
boy
to
a
mummer
's
show
or
making
a
eunuch
out
of
him
,
and
when
Lord
Arryn
said
the
child
was
going
to
Dragonstone
to
foster
with
Stannis
Baratheon
,
she
stormed
off
without
a
word
of
regrets
and
all
the
Hand
could
give
me
was
apologies
.
What
good
are
apologies
?
I
ask
you
.
"
Catelyn
frowned
,
disquieted
.
"
I
had
understood
that
Lysa
's
boy
was
to
be
fostered
with
Lord
Tywin
at
Casterly
Rock
.
"
"
No
,
it
was
Lord
Stannis
,
"
Walder
Frey
said
irritably
.
"
Do
you
think
I
ca
n't
tell
Lord
Stannis
from
Lord
Tywin
?
They
're
both
bungholes
who
think
they
're
too
noble
to
shit
,
but
never
mind
about
that
,
I
know
the
difference
.
Or
do
you
think
I
'm
so
old
I
ca
n't
remember
?
I
'm
ninety
and
I
remember
very
well
.
I
remember
what
to
do
with
a
woman
too
.
That
wife
of
mine
will
give
me
a
son
before
this
time
next
year
,
I
'll
wager
.
Or
a
daughter
,
that
ca
n't
be
helped
.
Boy
or
girl
,
it
will
be
red
,
wrinkled
,
and
squalling
,
and
like
as
not
she
'll
want
to
name
it
Walder
or
Walda
.
"
Catelyn
was
not
concerned
with
what
Lady
Frey
might
choose
to
name
her
child
.
"
Jon
Arryn
was
going
to
foster
his
son
with
Lord
Stannis
,
you
are
quite
certain
of
that
?
"
"
Yes
,
yes
,
yes
,
"
the
old
man
said
.
