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She
was
no
stranger
to
waiting
,
after
all
.
Her
men
had
always
made
her
wait
.
"
Watch
for
me
,
little
cat
,
"
her
father
would
always
tell
her
,
when
he
rode
off
to
court
or
fair
or
battle
.
And
she
would
,
standing
patiently
on
the
battlements
of
Riverrun
as
the
waters
of
the
Red
Fork
and
the
Tumblestone
flowed
by
.
He
did
not
always
come
when
he
said
he
would
,
and
days
would
ofttimes
pass
as
Catelyn
stood
her
vigil
,
peering
out
between
crenels
and
through
arrow
loops
until
she
caught
a
glimpse
of
Lord
Hoster
on
his
old
brown
gelding
,
trotting
along
the
rivershore
toward
the
landing
.
"
Did
you
watch
for
me
?
"
he
'd
ask
when
he
bent
to
bug
her
.
"
Did
you
,
little
cat
?
"
Brandon
Stark
had
bid
her
wait
as
well
.
"
I
shall
not
be
long
,
my
lady
,
"
he
had
vowed
.
"
We
will
be
wed
on
my
return
.
"
Yet
when
the
day
came
at
last
,
it
was
his
brother
Eddard
who
stood
beside
her
in
the
sept.
.
Ned
had
lingered
scarcely
a
fortnight
with
his
new
bride
before
he
too
had
ridden
off
to
war
with
promises
on
his
lips
.
At
least
he
had
left
her
with
more
than
words
;
he
had
given
her
a
son
.
Nine
moons
had
waxed
and
waned
,
and
Robb
had
been
born
in
Riverrun
while
his
father
still
warred
in
the
south
.
She
had
brought
him
forth
in
blood
and
pain
,
not
knowing
whether
Ned
would
ever
see
him
.
Her
son
.
He
had
been
so
small
...
And
now
it
was
for
Robb
that
she
waited
...
for
Robb
,
and
for
Jaime
Lannister
,
the
gilded
knight
who
men
said
had
never
learned
to
wait
at
all
.
"
The
Kingslayer
is
restless
,
and
quick
to
anger
,
"
her
uncle
Brynden
had
told
Robb
.
And
he
had
wagered
their
lives
and
their
best
hope
of
victory
on
the
truth
of
what
he
said
.
If
Robb
was
frightened
,
he
gave
no
sign
of
it
.
Catelyn
watched
her
son
as
he
moved
among
the
men
,
touching
one
on
the
shoulder
,
sharing
a
jest
with
another
,
helping
a
third
to
gentle
an
anxious
horse
.
His
armor
clinked
softly
when
he
moved
.
Only
his
head
was
bare
.
Catelyn
watched
a
breeze
stir
his
auburn
hair
,
so
like
her
own
,
and
wondered
when
her
son
had
grown
so
big
.
Fifteen
,
and
near
as
tall
as
she
was
.
Let
him
grow
taller
,
she
asked
the
gods
.
Let
him
know
sixteen
,
and
twenty
,
and
fifty
.
Let
him
grow
as
tall
as
his
father
,
and
hold
his
own
son
in
his
arms
.
Please
,
please
,
please
.
As
she
watched
him
,
this
tall
young
man
with
the
new
beard
and
the
direwolf
prowling
at
his
heels
,
all
she
could
see
was
the
babe
they
had
laid
at
her
breast
at
Riverrun
,
so
long
ago
.
The
night
was
warm
,
but
the
thought
of
Riverrun
was
enough
to
make
her
shiver
.
Where
are
they
?
she
wondered
.
Could
her
uncle
have
been
wrong
?
So
much
rested
on
the
truth
of
what
he
had
told
them
.
Robb
had
given
the
Blackfish
three
hundred
picked
men
,
and
sent
them
ahead
to
screen
his
march
.
"
Jaime
does
not
know
,
"
Ser
Brynden
said
when
he
rode
back
.
"
I
'll
stake
my
life
on
that
.
No
bird
has
reached
him
,
my
archers
have
seen
to
that
.
We
've
seen
a
few
of
his
outriders
,
but
those
that
saw
us
did
not
live
to
tell
of
it
.
He
ought
to
have
sent
out
more
.
He
does
not
know
.
"
"
How
large
is
his
host
?
"
her
son
asked
.
