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 〃It rids him of a daughter no one else would take。〃
 〃Small good that will do him。 Walder Frey is a peevish man; not a stupid one。〃
 〃Still 。 。 。 it is possible?〃
 〃Yes;〃 Catelyn conceded; reluctantly。 〃There are illnesses a girl can have in childhood that leave her unable to conceive。 There's no reason to believe that Lady Roslin was so afflicted; though。〃 She looked round the room。 〃The Freys have received us more kindly than I had anticipated; if truth be told。〃
 Edmure laughed。 〃A few barbed words and some unseemly gloating。 From him that's courtesy。 I expected the old weasel to piss in our wine and make us praise the vintage。〃
 The jest left Catelyn strangely disquieted。 〃If you will excuse me; I should change from these wet clothes。
 〃As you wish。〃 Edmure yawned。 〃I may nap an hour。〃
 She retreated to her own room。 The chest of clothes she'd brought from Riverrun had been carried up and laid at the foot of the bed。 After she'd undressed and hung her wet clothing by the fire; she donned a warm wool dress of Tully red and blue; washed and brushed her hair and let it dry; and went in search of Freys。
 Lord Walder's black oak throne was empty when she entered the hall; but some of his sons were drinking by the fire。 Lame Lothar rose clumsily when he saw her。 〃Lady Catelyn; I thought you would be resting。 How may I be of service?〃
 〃Are these your brothers?〃 she asked。
 〃Brothers half…brothers; good brothers; and nephews。 Raymund and I shared a mother。 Lord Lucias Vypren is my halfsister Lythene's husband; and Ser Damon is their son。 My half…brother Ser Hosteen I believe you know。 And this is Ser Leslyn Haigh and his sons; Ser Harys and Ser Donnel。〃
 〃Well met; sers。 Is Ser Perwyn about? He helped escort me to Storm's End and back; when Robb sent me to speak with Lord Renly。 I was looking forward to seeing him again。〃
 〃Perwyn is away;〃 Lame Lothar said。 〃I shall give him your regards。 I know he will regret having missed you。〃
 〃Surely he will return in time for Lady Roslin's wedding?〃
 〃He had hoped to; 〃 said Lame Lothar; 〃but with this rain 。 。 。 you saw how the rivers ran; my lady。〃
 〃I did indeed;〃 said Catelyn。 〃I wonder if you would be so good as to direct me to your maester?〃
 〃Are you unwell; my lady?〃 asked Ser Hosteen; a powerful man with a square strong jaw。
 〃A woman's plaint。 Nothing to concern you; ser。〃
 Lothar; ever gracious; escorted her from the hall; up some steps; and across a covered bridge to another stair。 〃You should find Maester Brenett in the turret on the top; my lady。〃
 Catelyn half expected that the maester would be yet another son of Walder Frey's; but Brenett did not have the look。 He was a great fat man; bald and double…chinned and none too clean; to judge from the raven droppings that stained the sleeves of his robes; yet he seemed amiable enough。 When she told him of Edmure's concerns about Lady Roslin's fertility; he chuckled。 〃Your lord brother need have no fear; Lady Catelyn。 She's small; I'll grant you; and narrow in the hips; but her mother was the same; and Lady Bethany gave Lord Walder a child every year。〃
 〃How many lived past infancy?〃 she asked bluntly。
 〃Five。〃 He ticked them off on fingers plump as sausages。 〃Ser Perwyn。 Ser Benfrey。 Maester Willamen; who took his vows last year and now serves Lord Hunter in the Vale。 Olyvar; who squired for your son。 And Lady Roslin; the youngest。 Four boys to one girl。 Lord Edmure will have more sons than he knows what to do with。〃
 〃I am sure that will please him。〃 So the girl was like to be fertile as well as fair of face。 That should put Edmure's mind at ease。 Lord Walder had left her brother no cause for plaint; so far as she could see。
 Catelyn did not return to her own room after leaving the maester; instead she went to Robb。 She found Robin Flint and Ser Wendel Manderly with him; along with the Greatjon and his son; who was still called the Smalljon though he threatened to overtop his father。 They were all damp。 Another man; still wetter; stood before the fire in a pale pink cloak trimmed with white fur。 〃Lord Bolton;〃 she said。
 〃Lady Catelyn;〃 he replied; his voice faint; 〃it is a pleasure to look on you again; even in such trying times。〃
 〃You are kind to say so。〃 Catelyn could feel gloom in the room。 Even the Greatjon seemed somber and subdued。 She looked at their grim faces and said; 〃What's happened?〃
 〃Lannisters on the Trident;〃 said Ser Wendel unhappily。 〃My brother is taken again。〃
 〃And Lord Bolton has brought us further word of Winterfell;〃 Robb added。 〃Ser Rodrik was not the only good man to die。 Cley Cerwyn and Leobald Tallhart were slain as well。〃
 〃Cley Cerwyn was only a boy;〃 she said; saddened。 〃Is this true; then? All dead; and Winterfell gone?〃
 Bolton's pale eyes met her own。 〃The ironmen burned both castle and winter town。 Some of your people were taken back to the Dreadfort by my son; Ramsay。〃
 〃Your bastard was accused of grievous crimes;〃 Catelyn reminded him sharply。 〃Of murder; rape; and worse。〃
 〃Yes;〃 Roose Bolton said。 〃His blood is tainted; that cannot be denied。 Yet he is a good fighter; as cunning as he is fearless。 When the ironmen cut down Ser Rodrik; and Leobald Tallhart soon after; it fell to Ramsay to lead the battle; and he did。 He swears that he shall not sheathe his sword so long as a single Greyjoy remains in the north。 Perhaps such service might atone in some small measure for whatever crimes his bastard blood has led him to mit。〃 He shrugged。 〃Or not。 When the war is done; His Grace must weigh and judge。 By then I hope to have a trueborn son by Lady Walda。〃
 This is a cold man; Catelyn realized; not for the first time。
 〃Did Ramsay mention Theon Greyjoy?〃 Robb demanded。 〃Was he slain as well; or did he flee?〃
 Roose Bolton removed a ragged strip of leather from the pouch at his belt。 〃My son sent this with his letter。〃
 Ser Wendel turned his fat face away。 Robin Flint and Smalljon Umber exchanged a look; and the Greatjon snorted like a bull。 〃Is that 。 。 。 skin?〃 said Robb。
 〃The skin from the little finger of Theon Greyjoy's left hand。 My son is cruel; I confess it。 And yet 。 。 。 what is a little skin; against the lives of two young princes? You were their mother; my lady。 May I offer you this 。 。 。 small token of revenge?〃
 Part of Catelyn wanted to clutch the grisly trophy to her heart; but she made herself resist。 〃Put it away。 Please。〃
 〃Flaying Theon will not bring my brothers back;〃 Robb said。 〃I want his head; not his skin。〃
 〃He is Balon Greyjoy's only living son;〃 Lord Bolton said softly; as if they had forgotten; 〃and now rightful King of the Iron Islands。 A captive king has great value as a hostage。〃
 〃Hostage?〃 The word raised Catelyn's hackles。 Hostages were oft exchanged。 〃Lord Bolton; I hope you are not suggesting that we free the man who killed my sons。〃
 〃Whoever wins the Seastone Chair will want Theon Greyjoy dead;〃 Bolton pointed out。 〃Even in chains; he has a better claim than any of his uncles。 Hold him; I say; and demand concessions from the ironborn as the price of his execution。〃
 Robb considered that reluctantly; but in the end he nodded。 〃Yes。 Very well。 Keep him alive; then。 For the present。 Hold him secure at the Dreadfort till we've retaken the north。〃
 Catelyn turned back to Roose Bolton。 〃Ser Wendel said something of Lannisters on the Trident?〃
 〃He did; my lady。 I blame myself。 I delayed too long before leaving Harrenhal。 Aenys Frey departed several days before me and crossed the Trident at the ruby ford; though not without difficulty。 But by the time we came up the river was a torrent。 I had no choice but to ferry my men across in small boats; of which we had too few。 Two…thirds of my strength was on the north side when the Lannisters attacked those still waiting to cross。 Norrey; Locke; and Burley men chiefly; with Ser Wylis Manderly and his White Harbor knights as rear guard。 I was on the wrong side of the Trident; powerless to help them。 Ser Wylis rallied our men as best he could; but Gregor Clegane attacked with heavy horse and drove them into the river。 As many drowned as were cut down。 More fled; and the rest were taken captive。〃
 Gregor Clegane was always ill news; Catelyn reflected。 Would Robb need to march south again to deal with him? Or was the Mountain ing here? 〃is Clegane across the river; then?〃
 〃No。〃 Bolton's voice was soft; but certain。 〃I left six hundred men at the ford。 Spearmen from the rills; the mountains; and the White Knife; a hundred Hornwood longbows; some freeriders and hedge knights; and a strong force of Stout and Cerwyn men to stiffen them。 Ronnel Stout and Ser Kyle Condon have the mand。 Ser Kyle was the late Lord Cerwyn's right hand; as I'm sure you know; my lady。 Lions swim no better than wolves。 So long as the river runs high; Ser Gregor will not cross。〃
 〃The last thing we need is the Mountain at our backs when we start up the causeway;〃 said Robb。 〃You did well; my lord。〃
 〃Your Grace is too kind。 I suffered grievous losses on the Green Fork; and Glover and Tallhart worse at Duskendale。〃
 〃Duskendale。〃 Robb made the word a curse。 〃Robett Glover will answer for that when I see him; I promise you。〃
 〃A folly;〃 Lord Bolton agreed; 〃but Glover was heedless after he learned that Deepwood Motte had fallen。 Grief and fear will do that to a man。〃
 Duskendale was done and cold; it was the battles still to e that worried Catelyn。 〃How many men have you brought my son?〃 she asked Roose Bolton pointedly。
 His queer colorless eyes studied her face a moment before he answered。 〃Some five hundred horse and three thousand foot; my lady。 Dreadfort men; in chief; and some from Karhold。 With the loyalty of the Karstarks so doubtful now; I thought it best to keep them close。 I regret there are not more。〃
 〃It should be enough;〃 said Robb。 〃You will have mand of my rear guard; Lord Bolton。 I mean to start for the Neck as soon as my uncle has been wedded and bedded。 We're going home。〃
 
 CHAPTER 50
 ARYA
 
 The outriders came on them an hour from the Green Fork; as the wayn was slogging down a muddy road。
 〃Keep your head down and your mouth shut;〃 the Hound warned her as the three spurred toward them; a knight and two squires; lightly armored 

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