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"
Theon
,
"
she
interrupted
,
"
where
might
I
find
my
son
?
"
"
Lord
Robb
went
to
visit
the
godswood
,
my
lady
.
"
It
was
what
Ned
would
have
done
.
He
is
his
father
's
son
as
much
as
mine
,
I
must
remember
.
Oh
,
gods
,
Ned
...
She
found
Robb
beneath
the
green
canopy
of
leaves
,
surrounded
by
tall
redwoods
and
great
old
elms
,
kneeling
before
the
heart
tree
,
a
slender
weirwood
with
a
face
more
sad
than
fierce
.
His
longsword
was
before
him
,
the
point
thrust
in
the
earth
,
his
gloved
hands
clasped
around
the
hilt
.
Around
him
others
knelt
:
Greatjon
Umber
,
Rickard
Karstark
,
Maege
Mormont
,
Galbart
Glover
,
and
more
.
Even
Tytos
Blackwood
was
among
them
,
the
great
raven
cloak
fanned
out
behind
him
.
These
are
the
ones
who
keep
the
old
gods
,
she
realized
.
She
asked
herself
what
gods
she
kept
these
days
,
and
could
not
find
an
answer
.
It
would
not
do
to
disturb
them
at
their
prayers
.
The
gods
must
have
their
due
...
even
cruel
gods
who
would
take
Ned
from
her
,
and
her
lord
father
as
well
.
So
Catelyn
waited
.
The
river
wind
moved
through
the
high
branches
,
and
she
could
see
the
Wheel
Tower
to
her
right
,
ivy
crawling
up
its
side
.
As
she
stood
there
,
all
the
memories
came
flooding
back
to
her
.
Her
father
had
taught
her
to
ride
amongst
these
trees
,
and
that
was
the
elm
that
Edmure
had
fallen
from
when
he
broke
his
arm
,
and
over
there
,
beneath
that
bower
,
she
and
Lysa
had
played
at
kissing
with
Petyr
.
She
had
not
thought
of
that
in
years
.
How
young
they
all
had
been
--
she
no
older
than
Sansa
,
Lysa
younger
than
Arya
,
and
Petyr
younger
still
,
yet
eager
.
The
girls
had
traded
him
between
them
,
serious
and
giggling
by
turns
.
It
came
back
to
her
so
vividly
she
could
almost
feel
his
sweaty
fingers
on
her
shoulders
and
taste
the
mint
on
his
breath
.
There
was
always
mint
growing
in
the
godswood
,
and
Petyr
had
liked
to
chew
it
.
He
had
been
such
a
bold
little
boy
,
always
in
trouble
.
"
He
tried
to
put
his
tongue
in
my
mouth
,
"
Catelyn
had
confessed
to
her
sister
afterward
,
when
they
were
alone
.
"
He
did
with
me
too
,
"
Lysa
had
whispered
,
shy
and
breathless
.
"
I
liked
it
.
"
Robb
got
to
his
feet
slowly
and
sheathed
his
sword
,
and
Catelyn
found
herself
wondering
whether
her
son
had
ever
kissed
a
girl
in
the
godswood
.
Surely
he
must
have
.
She
had
seen
Jeyne
Poole
giving
him
moist-eyed
glances
,
and
some
of
the
serving
girls
,
even
ones
as
old
as
eighteen
...
he
had
ridden
in
battle
and
killed
men
with
a
sword
,
surely
he
had
been
kissed
.
There
were
tears
in
her
eyes
.
She
wiped
them
away
angrily
.
"
Mother
,
"
Robb
said
when
he
saw
her
standing
there
.
"
We
must
call
a
council
.
There
are
things
to
be
decided
.
"
"
Your
grandfather
would
like
to
see
you
,
"
she
said
.
"
Robb
,
he
's
very
sick
.
"
