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“每个贵族家族都有自己的语录。家族训诫，家族准则，还有各式各样的祈祷词。这些语录要么称赞名声和荣耀，要么承诺忠诚和诚信，要么发誓信仰和勇气。只有Starks家族的语录与众不同。 Stark家族的语录是：“冬天就要来了。”Catelyn不只一次地想，这些北方人是多么奇怪的一个民族啊。”
“Every noble house had its words. Family mottoes, touchstones, prayers of sorts, they boasted of honor and glory, promised loyalty and truth, swore faith and courage. All but the Starks. Winter is coming, said the Stark words. Not for the first time, she reflected on what a strange people these northerners were.”
【本节导读】
Catelyn（昵称Cat） 是Eddard （昵称或是简称为Ned）Stark 的妻子，她是来自Riverrun这个地方的Tully家族。 Catelyn原本与Eddard的哥哥Brandon订婚。后来Brandon被疯子国王Areys Targaryen 二世处死。当Eddard 与 Robert Baratheon, Jon Arryn一同起义以后，Eddard迎娶了Catelyn, 以完成两大家族的婚约，同时获得Tully家族的支持。Catelyn 为家中长女，她的妹妹Lysa 同时嫁给了Jon Arryn, 她的弟弟Edmure一直在Riverrun照顾卧床已久的老领主Hoster Tully。Tully 家族的家训为“家庭、责任、名誉 （Family, Duty, Honor）。Tully 家族在故事的后期背叛了Stark家族，上演了一段冰与火之歌系列中最凄惨而黑暗的故事。
冰与火之歌不仅创造了一个全新的人类中古历史，也创造出了一套全新的自然世界（如动物和植物）和人类世界，包括一套全新的语言（Dothraki 语言）。下面将这些由冰与火之歌创造，而今已经进入英语词典的概念如下：
Godswood:（我译为神木树林/森林）：在冰与火之歌中，这是一片在城堡之内（主要为北方城堡）的神圣树林，主要作用为信仰古老的第一代人类（the First Men）的远古诸神的崇拜场所。后来，南方的大部都昄依信奉“七面神”（Faith of Seven），一些神木树林逐渐变成了私家园林。
Weirwood [wiƏwu:d]:（我翻译为守护树）在冰与火之歌中，这是一种主要长在北方和长墙以外的极其古老的落叶植物，据说这种树木如果没有破环的话能够永远存活。它被北方原始信仰的信徒视作是一种神圣的树。它的叶子是五角型，叶子颜色及树木的汁液均为血红色，而树皮则为白色。大多数的Weirwood树干上刻有一张脸，据说是人类早期的森林之子（Children of Forest）所为。它也被称之为Heart tree (心形树)。
Valyrian Steel: 这是产自Valyria 的一种钢，专门用于制作武器，其坚硬和锋利程度无与伦比。这里的铸剑师在铸造武器的时候同时使用了魔法，所以这些武器与众不同。寒冰剑就是一把传说中产自Valyria 的神剑。
Valyria 在冰与火之中也被称之为Old Valyria，是位于Essos岛上的一座早已毁灭的城市，据说该城市是一个远古帝国的都城，后来在末日之灾（Doom）中灭亡。据说此地是Targaryn 家族祖先的故乡。
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【刘博士中文译文】
Catelyn
Catelyn从来就没有喜欢过这片神木树林。
她出生于Tully家族，那是在遥远南方的一个叫Riverrun的地方，城堡就坐落在Trident河（三江河）的红河渡口。在她的家乡，神木树林就是一座花园，明亮而空气清新，高大的红木树枝叶茂盛，它们斑驳的倒影映照在潺潺流淌的溪面上，鸟儿在秘密的巢穴里歌唱，空气中弥漫着花儿的芬芳。
Winterfell的众神栖身之地则是一片完全不同的树林。那是一片阴暗而原始的地方。占地约有三公顷的古老森林被颜色灰暗的城堡包围着有上万年了，从未被人破坏过。它散发着的味道是潮湿的泥土和腐叶的味道。这里没有红木树，这里的树林里长的是有着灰绿色针叶的倔强的哨兵树、威武的橡树、以及和这片疆域一样古老的铁木树。在这里，粗壮的黑色树干紧紧挨在一起，它们的树枝在头顶上彼此缠绕，编织成了一片浓密的巨大树冠，它们那奇形怪状的树根在泥土里盘根错节。这是一片极为沉寂、让人敬畏的阴暗之地，住在这里的众神是没有名字的。
但Catelyn知道，今晚她会在这里找到她的丈夫。每当他杀过一个人以后，他就会到众神的树林里来寻求安宁。
Catelyn是在Riverrun的庙堂里接受了七面之神的神油洗礼，并在那明亮如彩虹的庙堂中起了自己这个名字。她信仰七面之神教，就如同她的父亲、她的祖父、祖父的父亲的信仰一样。她信仰的众神是有名字的，她熟悉众神的面孔就如同她熟悉她父母的面孔一样。
他们的礼拜仪式是由一个牧师拿着一个香炉，到处都弥漫着熏香的味道，还有烛光在一座七边形的水晶灯里光芒四射，所有人都一起放声吟唱。Tully家族和所有的大家族一样，都有自己的私家神木树林，不过那只是一处可以散步、读书或是晒太阳的地方。做礼拜都是在庙堂里进行的。
Ned也为Catelyn专门修建了一座小庙堂，在那里她可以向她的七面之神祈祷吟唱，但是Stark家族的人身体里仍旧流淌着第一代人（the First Men）的血液，Ned所信仰的神是古老的众神，那些众神没有名字，没有面容，他们曾与早已消失的森林之子（Children of the Forest）共同住在绿色森林之中。
在一片树丛中间，一棵古老的守护树（weirwood）在一片小池塘的上方伸展着，池塘里的水漆黑而冰冷。Ned 称它为“心形树”。这棵守护树（weirwood）的树皮雪白如骨头，它的叶子是深红色的，整棵树看起来就像是伸展着一千只血迹斑斑的人手。在大树的树干上刻着一张脸，它的面孔狭长而忧郁，那双深深勾刻出的眼睛被干涸的树木汁液染得通红，像是在诡异地注视着一切。那是一双极其古老的眼睛，甚至比Winterfell城堡的历史还要古老。如果传说是真的，这双眼睛甚至见到过“创建者Brandon”（Brandon the Builder）修建这座城堡时所放置的第一块石头。他们也目睹了城堡的花岗岩城墙在他们的四周拔地而起。据说，树干上的脸是在第一代人类（the First Men）跨越狭长的海峡来到这里之前的人类黎明世纪，由森林之子（Children of the Forest）刻在上面的。
在南方，最后的几片守护树树林早在一千年前就已经被砍伐一光或是被大火给烧毁了，只有在脸岛上（Isle of Faces）还有一些绿人在那里默默看守着守护树。在北方这里，情况就大不相同了。这里的每座城堡都有自己的神木树林，每座神木树林里都有一棵心形树，而每棵心形树干上都刻有一张脸。
Catelyn在这棵守护树下找到了她的丈夫，他坐在一块长满青苔的石头上，那把巨大的寒冰剑就横在他的双腿上，他正在用那漆黑如夜晚的池塘水清洗着刀身。上千年的腐叶厚厚地覆盖在神木树林的地面上，吞没了Catelyn的脚步声。然而，守护树上的那一双红眼睛却似乎一路跟随着她。“Ned，”她轻声叫道。
Ned抬起头来看着她。“Catelyn，”他回应道。他的声音遥远而又正式。“孩子们在哪儿呢？”
每次见面，他总是用这样的话问他。“在厨房呢，还在争吵该给狼崽起名字的事呢。”Catelyn把披风铺在树林的地面上，在池塘边坐了下来，她的背对着守护树。她还是能感觉到那双眼睛在注视着她，不过她尽力不去想它们。“Arya已经爱上她的小狼了，Sansa也很着迷，对她的狼崽子也很好，只有Rickon看上去还不知道怎么办好。”
“他害怕吗？”Ned问。
“有一点，”她承认。“他才三岁嘛。”
Ned眉头一皱，“他必须要学会面对自己的胆怯。他不会永远都是三岁的，而且冬天就要来了（Winter is coming。）。”
“是，”Catelyn附和道。像往常一样，这话总让她感到一阵寒意。那是Stark家族的语录。每个贵族家族都有自己的语录。家族训诫，家族准则，还有各式各样的祈祷词。这些语录要么称赞名声和荣耀，要么承诺忠诚和诚信，要么发誓信仰和勇气。只有Starks家族的语录与众不同。 Stark家族的语录是：“冬天就要来了。”Catelyn不只一次地想，这些北方人是多么奇怪的一个民族啊。
“那个人死得很勇敢，我得承认这一点，”Ned说。他的一只手里拿着一块沾了油的皮革，他一边说话，一边用这块皮轻轻地擦拭着他的长剑，直到剑身泛起了漆黑的亮光来。“Bran的表现我也很高兴。你要是在场的话，你也会为Bran自豪的。”
“我一直就为Bran感到自豪，”Catelyn回答着，一边看着Ned轻抚着他的长剑。她能看出铁剑上那像涟漪一样的纹路，这些纹路是铁剑在经历了千锤百炼后形成的。Catelyn对剑从不感兴趣，但她不能否认，寒冰剑有一种独特的魅力。它是在Valyria的铸剑坊铸造的，那还是在末日之灾（Doom）降临到古老的自由城帮之前的时候，那时候的铸剑师在铸造剑的时候，不仅会使用铁锤，还会使用魔法。这把剑已有四百年的历史了，可它还是和刚刚铸造出来时一样锋利。它所拥有的名字则更加古老，那是从英雄世纪（the Age of Heroes）留下来的传说，那时候Stark家族还是北方的王。
“他是我今年处死的第四个人了，”Ned一脸严峻地说。“这个可怜的家伙已经快疯了。不知道是什么东西把他给吓得那么厉害，我的话他根本听不进去。”他叹了口气。“Ben写信来说，黑夜守护营（Night’s Watch）的兵力现在已经掉到不足1000人了。不仅仅是逃兵的问题。他们现在在巡逻时也有人员损失。”
“是野人族干的吗？”Catelyn问。
“还能有谁？”Ned举起寒冰剑，他顺着那长而冰冷的剑身看去。“而且情况只会越来越糟。很可能会有一天，我别无选择，只能召集率领我的麾下一同骑马到北方的长墙去，和这个墙外之王一决死战。”
“去长墙外边？”一想到这里Catelyn不寒而栗。
Ned看出了她脸上的惊恐。“Mance Rayder没什么好让咱们可怕的。”
“长墙外边还有更可怕的东西。”Catelyn瞥了一眼身后的心型树，那苍白的树皮和红色的眼睛在凝视着她，倾听着她，回想着自己那漫长而缓慢的思绪。
Ned温柔地笑了，“你听了太多的老奶妈的故事了。异族（the Others）早就死了，就像森林之子(Children of the forest) 一样，八千年前就死了。Luwin博士还会告诉你，他们根本就不存在的。从来就没有人见过他们。”
Catelyn提醒他：“直到今天早上以前，也从来没有人见过巨狼。”。
“我早就知道，最好不要跟Tully家的人争论，”Ned略带一丝懊恼地笑着说。他把寒冰剑插回剑鞘。“你来找我不是为了来给我讲童谣的吧。我知道你有多么不喜欢这个地方。出什么事了，我的夫人？”
Catelyn拉起了丈夫的手，“主人，今天传来了一个让人伤心的消息。在你清理完你的事情之前，我本不想打扰你的。”可是她也没有别的办法来让Ned好受一些，所以她直截了当地告诉了他：“我很抱歉，亲爱的，Jon Arryn死了。”
Ned的目光紧盯着Catelyn的眼睛，Catelyn可以看出这个消息对他的打击有多大，她也知道会是这样。Ned小时候曾在Eyrie城堡寄养过，膝下无子的Arryn领主简直就成了他和他的玩伴/被监护人Robert Baratheon 的第二父亲。当疯子国王Aerys Targaryen二世下令要他们的人头时，Eyrie城堡的领主没有背叛他发誓要保护的人，而是举起了他那印着月亮和猎鹰的家族旗帜开始了反抗。
后来，十五年前的一天，这个第二父亲又变成了Ned的兄弟，他与Ned一起站在Riverrun的庙堂里分别迎娶了Hoster Tully领主家的两个女儿。
“Jon……”Ned说话了，“这个消息确定吗？”
“信上有国王的印章，这封信是Robert国王亲手写的。信我还给你保存着。国王说Arryn 大人的病来得非常突然，就连Pycelle博士也无能为力。不过他给Arryn大人喝了罂粟花奶，所以Jon并没有遭受多少痛苦。”
“我想，老天还算是有一点小小的慈悲吧，”Ned说。Catelyn能看出Ned脸上的悲伤，但即便如此，Ned还是首先想到了Catelyn。“那你的妹妹，”他说，“还有Jon的儿子，他们怎么样了，有他们的消息吗？”
Catelyn说：“信上只说他们都很好，而且都已经返回了Eyrie城堡。我真希望他们回到Riverrun就好了。Eyrie地高人稀，那还只是是她丈夫的家，不是她自己的家。那里的每一块石头上都只会勾起她对Jon的回忆的。我了解我妹妹。她需要的是家人和朋友在一起。”
“你叔叔会在Eyrie下面的峡谷里接她回去，对吧？我记得Jon封他为关口骑士。”
Catelyn点点头。“Brynden肯定会尽他所能帮她和她的孩子的。这也算是对她的一点安慰吧，不过……”
“你去陪陪你的妹妹吧，”Ned赶紧说道。“带孩子们一起去。让她的厅堂里多一些孩子的吵闹声、喊叫声和笑声。她的孩子也需要和其他孩子在一起，而且Lysa现在是最难过的时候，不应该让她一个人呆着。”
“我也希望我能去呀，”Catelyn说。“信里还有其他的消息。国王已经上马启程了，他正在来Winterfell找你的路上呢。”
Ned愣了半天才理解她话的意思。不过当他明白怎么回事的时候，他眼睛里的阴郁一扫而空。“Robert要来我们这儿了？”Catelyn点点头，Ned的脸上露出了笑容。
Katelyn真希望自己能像Ned一样高兴。但是她今天在院子里听到了传言；一只巨狼死在雪地里，它的喉咙里插着一截折断了的鹿角。恐惧像一条蛇一般盘踞在她的心里，但她强忍着让自己在心爱的人面前笑着，这个男人是根本不相信什么征兆的。“我就知道这个消息会让你高兴起来的，”她说。“我们应该给你在长墙的哥哥捎个信了。”
“是呀，当然了，”Ned赞同道。“Ben肯定想来这儿。我会告诉Luwin博士让他放出最快的信鸽去。”Ned起身，然后拉着Catelyn也站起身来。“该死的，这都有多少年没见了？他在信里就没有再说别的吗？他有没有说他们一行有多少人？”
“我估计，至少有一百名骑士，以及骑士们的随从，还有至少一半人数的自由人骑士。Cercei和他们的孩子们也会一起来。”
“要是她们也来的话，Robert会把路上的速度放慢下来的，”他说。“这样也好。这样我们就有更多的时间做准备了。”
“王后的兄弟们也一起来了，”Catelyn告诉Ned。
Ned的脸色沉了下来。Catelyn知道，Ned与王后一家人之间彼此是没有什么好感的。来自于Casterly Rock的Lannister家族在Robert的革命事业中是一个后来者，那时候Robert已经是胜利在望了，Ned一直对此事耿耿于怀。“好吧，如果说和Robert见面的代价就是要忍受Lannister家人的骚扰的话，那就这么着吧。听起来Robert好像要把他一半的朝廷官员都给带来了。”
Catelyn说：“国王走到哪里，他的王国就跟到哪里。”
“不过能见到他的孩子们也不错。上次我见他们的时候，他的小儿子还在那个姓Lannister的女人怀中喝奶呢。他现在该有多大了？五岁了？”
“Tommen王子七岁了，”Catelyn告诉Ned。“他跟布兰同龄。Ned，你可要管住你的嘴巴。那个姓Lannister的女人可是我们的王后，而且听说她可是一年比一年傲慢。”
Ned握住她的手使劲捏了她一下。“当然了，大餐是一定要有的，还得有歌手，而且Robbert肯定还想打猎。我会让Jory带一个仪仗队去南边的国王大道（King’s Road）去迎接他们，并护送他们回来。我的天呀，我们怎么能喂饱这么多人呢？你是说，他们已经上路了是嘛？见他的鬼，见他皇袍的鬼。”
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【英语原文】
A Song of Ice and Fire
Catelyn
Catelyn had never liked this godswood.
She had been born a Tully, at Riverrun far to the south, on the Red Fork of the Trident. The godswood there was a garden, bright and airy, where tall redwoods spread dappled shadows across tinkling streams, birds sang from hidden nests, and the air was spicy with the scent of flowers.
The gods of Winterfell kept a different sort of wood. It was a dark, primal place, three acres of old forest untouched for ten thousand years as the gloomy castle rose around it. It smelled of moist earth and decay. No redwoods grew here. This was a wood of stubborn sentinel trees armored in grey-green needles, of mighty oaks, of ironwoods as old as the realm itself. Here thick black trunks crowded close together while twisted branches wove a dense canopy overhead and misshappen roots wrestled beneath the soil. This was a place of deep silence and brooding shadows, and the gods who lived here had no names.
But she knew she would find her husband here tonight. Whenever he took a man’s life, afterward he would seek the quiet of the godswood.
Catelyn had been anointed with the seven oils and named in the rainbow of light that filled the sept of Riverrun. She was of the Faith, like her father and grandfather and his father before him. Her gods had names, and their faces were as familiar as the faces of her parents.
Worship was a septon with a censer, the smell of incense, a seven-sided crystal alive with light, voices raised in song. The Tullys kept a godswood, as all the great houses did, but it was only a place to walk or read or lie in the sun. Worship was for the sept.
For her sake, Ned had built a small sept where she might sing to the seven faces of god, but the blood of the First Men still flowed in the veins of the Starks, and his own gods were the old ones, the nameless, faceless gods of the greenwood they shared with the vanished children of the forest.
At the center of the grove an ancient weirwood brooded over a small pool where the waters were black and cold. “The heart tree,” Ned called it. The weirwood’s bark was white as bone, its leaves dark red, like a thousand bloodstained hands. A face had been carved in the trunk of the great tree, its features long and melancholy, the deep-cut eyes red with dried sap and strangely watchful. They were old, those eyes; older than Winterfell itself. They had seen Brandon the Builder set the first stone, if the tales were true; they had watched the castle’s granite walls rise around them. It was said that the children of the forest had carved the faces in the trees during the dawn centuries before the coming of the First Men across the narrow sea.
In the south the last weirwoods had been cut down or burned out a thousand years ago, except on the Isle of Faces where the green men kept their silent watch. Up here it was different. Here every castle had its godswood, and every godswood had its heart tree, and every heart tree its face.
Catelyn found her husband beneath the weirwood, seated on a moss-covered stone. The greatsword Ice was across his lap, and he was cleaning the blade in those waters black as night. A thousand years of humus lay thick upon the godswood floor, swallowing the sound of her feet, but the red eyes of the weirwood seemed to follow her as she came. “Ned,” she called softly.
He lifted his head to look at her. “Catelyn,” he said. His voice was distant and formal. “Where are the children?”
He would always ask her that. “In the kitchen, arguing about names for the wolf pups.” She spread her cloak on the forest floor and sat beside the pool, her back to the weirwood. She could feel the eyes watching her, but she did her best to ignore them. “Arya is already in love, and Sansa is charmed and gracious, but Rickon is not quite sure.”
“Is he afraid?” Ned asked.
“A little,” she admitted. “He is only three.”
Ned frowned. “He must learn to face his fears. He will not be three forever. And winter is coming.”
“Yes,” Catelyn agreed. The words gave her a chill, as they always did. The Stark words. Every noble house had its words. Family mottoes, touchstones, prayers of sorts, they boasted of honor and glory, promised loyalty and truth, swore faith and courage. All but the Starks. Winter is coming, said the Stark words. Not for the first time, she reflected on what a strange people these northerners were.
“The man died well, I’ll give him that,” Ned said. He had a swatch of oiled leather in one hand. He ran it lightly up the greatsword as he spoke, polishing the metal to a dark glow. “I was glad for Bran’s sake. You would have been proud of Bran.”
“I am always proud of Bran,” Catelyn replied, watching the sword as he stroked it. She could see the rippling deep within the steel, where the metal had been folded back on itself a hundred times in the forging. Catelyn had no love for swords, but she could not deny that Ice had its own beauty. It had been forged in Valyria, before the Doom had come to the old Freehold, when the ironsmiths had worked their metal with spells as well as hammers. Four hundred years old it was, and as sharp as the day it was forged. The name it bore was older still, a legacy from the age of heroes, when the Starks were Kings in the North.
“He was the fourth this year,” Ned said grimly. “The poor man was half-mad. Something had put a fear in him so deep that my words could not reach him.” He sighed. “Ben writes that the strength of the Night’s Watch is down below a thousand. It’s not only desertions. They are losing men on rangings as well.”
“Is it the wildlings?” she asked.
“Who else?” Ned lifted Ice, looked down the cool steel length of it. “And it will only grow worse. The day may come when I will have no choice but to call the banners and ride north to deal with this Kingbeyond-the-Wall for good and all.”
“Beyond the Wall?” The thought made Catelyn shudder.
Ned saw the dread on her face. “Mance Rayder is nothing for us to fear.”
“There are darker things beyond the Wall.” She glanced behind her at the heart tree, the pale bark and red eyes, watching, listening, thinking its long slow thoughts.
His smile was gentle. “You listen to too many of Old Nan’s stories. The Others are as dead as the children of the forest, gone eight thousand years. Maester Luwin will tell you they never lived at all. No living man has ever seen one.”
“Until this morning, no living man had ever seen a direwolf either,” Catelyn reminded him.
“I ought to know better than to argue with a Tully,” he said with a rueful smile. He slid Ice back into its sheath. “You did not come here to tell me crib tales. I know how little you like this place. What is it, my lady?”
Catelyn took her husband’s hand. “There was grievous news today, my lord. I did not wish to trouble you until you had cleansed yourself.” There was no way to soften the blow, so she told him straight. “I am so sorry, my love. Jon Arryn is dead.”
His eyes found hers, and she could see how hard it took him, as she had known it would. In his youth, Ned had fostered at the Eyrie, and the childless Lord Arryn had become a second father to him and his fellow ward, Robert Baratheon. When the Mad King Aerys II Targaryen had demanded their heads, the Lord of the Eyrie had raised his moon-and-falcon banners in revolt rather than give up those he had pledged to protect.
And one day fifteen years ago, this second father had become a brother as well, as he and Ned stood together in the sept at Riverrun to wed two sisters, the daughters of Lord Hoster Tully.
“Jon . . .” he said. “Is this news certain?”
“It was the king’s seal, and the letter is in Robert’s own hand. I saved it for you. He said Lord Arryn was taken quickly. Even Maester Pycelle was helpless, but he brought the milk of the poppy, so Jon did not linger long in pain.”
“That is some small mercy, I suppose,” he said. She could see the grief on his face, but even then he thought first of her. “Your sister,” he said. “And Jon’s boy. What word of them?”
“The message said only that they were well, and had returned to the Eyrie,” Catelyn said. “I wish they had gone to Riverrun instead. The Eyrie is high and lonely, and it was ever her husband’s place, not hers. Lord Jon’s memory will haunt each stone. I know my sister. She needs the comfort of family and friends around her.”
“Your uncle waits in the Vale, does he not? Jon named him Knight of the Gate, I’d heard.”
Catelyn nodded. “Brynden will do what he can for her, and for the boy. That is some comfort, but still . . .”
“Go to her,” Ned urged. “Take the children. Fill her halls with noise and shouts and laughter. That boy of hers needs other children about him, and Lysa should not be alone in her grief.”
“Would that I could,” Catelyn said. “The letter had other tidings. The king is riding to Winterfell to seek you out.”
It took Ned a moment to comprehend her words, but when the understanding came, the darkness left his eyes. “Robert is coming here?” When she nodded, a smile broke across his face.
Catelyn wished she could share his joy. But she had heard the talk in the yards; a direwolf dead in the snow, a broken antler in its throat. Dread coiled within her like a snake, but she forced herself to smile at this man she loved, this man who put no faith in signs. “I knew that would please you,” she said. “We should send word to your brother on the Wall.”
“Yes, of course,” he agreed. “Ben will want to be here. I shall tell Maester Luwin to send his swiftest bird.” Ned rose and pulled her to her feet. “Damnation, how many years has it been? And he gives us no more notice than this? How many in his party, did the message say?”
“I should think a hundred knights, at the least, with all their retainers, and half again as many freeriders. Cersei and the children travel with them.”
“Robert will keep an easy pace for their sakes,” he said. “It is just as well. That will give us more time to prepare.”
“The queen’s brothers are also in the party,” she told him.
Ned grimaced at that. There was small love between him and the queen’s family, Catelyn knew. The Lannisters of Casterly Rock had come late to Robert’s cause, when victory was all but certain, and he had never forgiven them. “Well, if the price for Robert’s company is an infestation of Lannisters, so be it. It sounds as though Robert is bringing half his court.”
“Where the king goes, the realm follows,” she said.
“It will be good to see the children. The youngest was still sucking at the Lannister woman’s teat the last time I saw him. He must be, what, five by now?”
“Prince Tornmen is seven,” she told him. “The same age as Bran. Please, Ned, guard your tongue. The Lannister woman is our queen, and her pride is said to grow with every passing year.”
Ned squeezed her hand. “There must be a feast, of course, with singers, and Robert will want to hunt. I shall send Jory south with an honor guard to meet them on the kingsroad and escort them back. Gods, how are we going to feed them all? On his way already, you said? Damn the man. Damn his royal hide.”
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