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Yet
when
she
looked
across
the
valley
to
the
far
ridge
,
she
saw
the
Greatjon
's
riders
emerge
from
the
darkness
beneath
the
trees
.
They
were
in
a
long
line
,
an
endless
line
,
and
as
they
burst
from
the
wood
there
was
an
instant
,
the
smallest
part
of
a
heartbeat
,
when
all
Catelyn
saw
was
the
moonlight
on
the
points
of
their
lances
,
as
if
a
thousand
willowisps
were
coming
down
the
ridge
,
wreathed
in
silver
flame
.
Then
she
blinked
,
and
they
were
only
men
,
rushing
down
to
kill
or
die
.
Afterward
,
she
could
not
claim
she
had
seen
the
battle
.
Yet
she
could
hear
,
and
the
valley
rang
with
echoes
.
The
crack
of
a
broken
lance
,
the
clash
of
swords
,
the
cries
of
"
Lannister
"
and
"
Winterfell
"
and
"
Tully
!
Riverrun
and
Tully
!
"
When
she
realized
there
was
no
more
to
see
,
she
closed
her
eyes
and
listened
.
The
battle
came
alive
around
her
.
She
heard
hoofbeats
,
iron
boots
splashing
in
shallow
water
,
the
woody
sound
of
swords
on
oaken
shields
and
the
scrape
of
steel
against
steel
,
the
hiss
of
arrows
,
the
thunder
of
drums
,
the
terrified
screaming
of
a
thousand
horses
.
Men
shouted
curses
and
begged
for
mercy
,
and
got
it
(
or
not
)
,
and
lived
(
or
died
)
.
The
ridges
seemed
to
play
queer
tricks
with
sound
.
Once
she
heard
Robb
's
voice
,
as
clear
as
if
he
'd
been
standing
at
her
side
,
calling
,
"
To
me
!
To
me
!
"
And
she
heard
his
direwolf
,
snarling
and
growling
,
heard
the
snap
of
those
long
teeth
,
the
tearing
of
flesh
,
shrieks
of
fear
and
pain
from
man
and
horse
alike
.
Was
there
only
one
wolf
?
It
was
hard
to
be
certain
.
Little
by
little
,
the
sounds
dwindled
and
died
,
until
at
last
there
was
only
the
wolf
.
As
a
red
dawn
broke
in
the
east
,
Grey
Wind
began
to
howl
again
.
Robb
came
back
to
her
on
a
different
horse
,
riding
a
piebald
gelding
in
the
place
of
the
grey
stallion
he
had
taken
down
into
the
valley
.
The
wolf
's
head
on
his
shield
was
slashed
half
to
pieces
,
raw
wood
showing
where
deep
gouges
had
been
hacked
in
the
oak
,
but
Robb
himself
seemed
unhurt
.
Yet
when
he
came
closer
,
Catelyn
saw
that
his
mailed
glove
and
the
sleeve
of
his
surcoat
were
black
with
blood
.
"
You
're
hurt
,
"
she
said
.
Robb
lifted
his
hand
,
opened
and
closed
his
fingers
.
"
No
,
"
he
said
.
"
This
is
...
Torrhen
's
blood
,
perhaps
,
or
...
"
He
shook
his
head
.
"
I
do
not
know
.
"
A
mob
of
men
followed
him
up
the
slope
,
dirty
and
dented
and
grinning
,
with
Theon
and
the
Greatjon
at
their
head
.
Between
them
they
dragged
Ser
Jaime
Lannister
.
They
threw
him
down
in
front
of
her
horse
.
"
The
Kingslayer
,
"
Hal
announced
,
unnecessarily
.
Lannister
raised
his
head
.
"
Lady
Stark
,
"
he
said
from
his
knees
.
Blood
ran
down
one
cheek
from
a
gash
across
his
scalp
,
but
the
pale
light
of
dawn
had
put
the
glint
of
gold
back
in
his
hair
.
"
I
would
offer
you
my
sword
,
but
I
seem
to
have
mislaid
it
.
"
