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"
The
Stark
boy
proved
more
cautious
than
I
expected
for
one
of
his
years
,
"
Lord
Tywin
admitted
,
"
but
a
victory
is
a
victory
.
You
appear
to
be
wounded
.
"
Tyrion
's
right
arm
was
soaked
with
blood
.
"
Good
of
you
to
notice
,
Father
,
"
he
said
through
clenched
teeth
.
"
Might
I
trouble
you
to
send
for
your
maesters
?
Unless
you
relish
the
notion
of
having
a
one-armed
dwarf
for
a
son
.
.
"
An
urgent
shout
of
"
Lord
Tywin
!
"
turned
his
father
's
head
before
he
could
reply
.
Tywin
Lannister
rose
to
his
feet
as
Ser
Addam
Marbrand
leapt
down
off
his
courser
.
The
horse
was
lathered
and
bleeding
from
the
mouth
.
Ser
Addam
dropped
to
one
knee
,
a
rangy
man
with
dark
copper
hair
that
fell
to
his
shoulders
,
armored
in
burnished
bronzed
steel
with
the
fiery
tree
of
his
House
etched
black
on
his
breastplate
.
"
My
liege
,
we
have
taken
some
of
their
commanders
.
Lord
Cerwyn
,
Ser
Wylis
Manderly
,
Harrion
Karstark
,
four
Freys
.
Lord
Hornwood
is
dead
,
and
I
fear
Roose
Bolton
has
escaped
us
.
"
"
And
the
boy
?
"
Lord
Tywin
asked
.
Ser
Addam
hesitated
.
"
The
Stark
boy
was
not
with
them
,
my
lord
.
They
say
he
crossed
at
the
Twins
with
the
great
part
of
his
horse
,
riding
hard
for
Riverrun
.
"
A
green
boy
,
Tyrion
remembered
,
more
like
to
be
brave
than
wise
.
He
would
have
laughed
,
if
he
had
n't
hurt
so
much
.
The
woods
were
full
of
whispers
.
Moonlight
winked
on
the
tumbling
waters
of
the
stream
below
as
it
wound
its
rocky
way
along
the
floor
of
the
valley
.
Beneath
the
trees
,
warhorses
whickered
softly
and
pawed
at
the
moist
,
leafy
ground
,
while
men
made
nervous
jests
in
hushed
voices
.
Now
and
again
,
she
heard
the
chink
of
spears
,
the
faint
metallic
slither
of
chain
mail
,
but
even
those
sounds
were
muffled
.
"
It
should
not
be
long
now
,
my
lady
,
"
Hallis
Mollen
said
.
He
had
asked
for
the
honor
of
protecting
her
in
the
battle
to
come
;
it
was
his
right
,
as
Winterfell
's
captain
of
guards
,
and
Robb
had
not
refused
it
to
him
.
She
had
thirty
men
around
her
,
charged
to
keep
her
unharmed
and
see
her
safely
home
to
Winterfell
if
the
fighting
went
against
them
.
Robb
had
wanted
fifty
;
Catelyn
had
insisted
that
ten
would
be
enough
,
that
he
would
need
every
sword
for
the
fight
.
They
made
their
peace
at
thirty
,
neither
happy
with
it
.
"
It
will
come
when
it
comes
,
"
Catelyn
told
him
.
When
it
came
,
she
knew
it
would
mean
death
.
Hal
's
death
perhaps
...
or
hers
,
or
Robb
's
.
No
one
was
safe
.
No
life
was
certain
.
Catelyn
was
content
to
wait
,
to
listen
to
the
whispers
in
the
woods
and
the
faint
music
of
the
brook
,
to
feel
the
warm
wind
in
her
hair
.
