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Nodding
,
Robb
had
studied
the
map
her
uncle
had
drawn
him
.
Ned
had
taught
him
to
read
maps
.
"
Raid
him
here
,
"
he
said
,
pointing
.
"
A
few
hundred
men
,
no
more
.
Tully
banners
.
When
he
comes
after
you
,
we
will
be
waiting
"
--
his
finger
moved
an
inch
to
the
left
--
"
here
.
"
Here
was
a
hush
in
the
night
,
moonlight
and
shadows
,
a
thick
carpet
of
dead
leaves
underfoot
,
densely
wooded
ridges
sloping
gently
down
to
the
streambed
,
the
underbrush
thinning
as
the
ground
fell
away
.
Here
was
her
son
on
his
stallion
,
glancing
back
at
her
one
last
time
and
lifting
his
sword
in
salute
.
Here
was
the
call
of
Maege
Mormont
's
warhorn
,
a
long
low
blast
that
rolled
down
the
valley
from
the
east
,
to
tell
them
that
the
last
of
Jaime
's
riders
had
entered
the
trap
.
And
Grey
Wind
threw
back
his
head
and
howled
.
The
sound
seemed
to
go
right
through
Catelyn
Stark
,
and
she
found
herself
shivering
.
It
was
a
terrible
sound
,
a
frightening
sound
,
yet
there
was
music
in
it
too
.
For
a
second
she
felt
something
like
pity
for
the
Lannisters
below
.
So
this
is
what
death
sounds
like
,
she
thought
.
HAAroooooooooooooooooooooooo
came
the
answer
from
the
far
ridge
as
the
Greatjon
winded
his
own
horn
.
To
east
and
west
,
the
trumpets
of
the
Mallisters
and
Freys
blew
vengeance
.
North
,
where
the
valley
narrowed
and
bent
like
a
cocked
elbow
,
Lord
Karstark
's
warhorns
added
their
own
deep
,
mournful
voices
to
the
dark
chorus
.
Men
were
shouting
and
horses
rearing
in
the
stream
below
.
The
whispering
wood
let
out
its
breath
all
at
once
,
as
the
bowmen
Robb
had
hidden
in
the
branches
of
the
trees
let
fly
their
arrows
and
the
night
erupted
with
the
screams
of
men
and
horses
.
All
around
her
,
the
riders
raised
their
lances
,
and
the
dirt
and
leaves
that
had
buried
the
cruel
bright
points
fell
away
to
reveal
the
gleam
of
sharpened
steel
.
"
Winterfell
!
"
she
heard
Robb
shout
as
the
arrows
sighed
again
.
He
moved
away
from
her
at
a
trot
,
leading
his
men
downhill
.
Catelyn
sat
on
her
horse
,
unmoving
,
with
Hal
Mollen
and
her
guard
around
her
,
and
she
waited
as
she
had
waited
before
,
for
Brandon
and
Ned
and
her
father
.
She
was
high
on
the
ridge
,
and
the
trees
hid
most
of
what
was
going
on
beneath
her
.
A
heartbeat
,
two
,
four
,
and
suddenly
it
was
as
if
she
and
her
protectors
were
alone
in
the
wood
.
The
rest
were
melted
away
into
the
green
.
