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fewer. The Greatjon sat at Robb's left hand, and then Theon Greyjoy; Galbart Glover and Lady |
Mormont were to the right of Catelyn. Lord Rickard Karstark, gaunt and hollow-eyed in his grief, took |
his seat like a man in a nightmare, his long beard uncombed and unwashed. He had left two sons dead in |
the Whispering Wood, and there was no word of the third, his eldest, who had led the Karstark spears |
against Tywin Lannister on the Green Fork. |
The arguing raged on late into the night. Each lord had a right to speak, and speak they did . . . and |
shout, and curse, and reason, and cajole, and jest, and bargain, and slam tankards on the table, and |
threaten, and walk out, and return sullen or smiling. Catelyn sat and listened to it all. |
Roose Bolton had re-formed the battered remnants of their other host at the mouth of the causeway. Ser |
Helman Tallhart and Walder Frey still held the Twins. Lord Tywin's army had crossed the Trident, |
and was making for Harrenhal. And there were two kings in the realm. Two kings, and no agreement. |
Many of the lords bannermen wanted to march on Harrenhal at once, to meet Lord Tywin and end |
Lannister power for all time. Young, hot-tempered Marq Piper urged a strike west at Casterly Rock |
instead. Still others counseled patience. Riverrun sat athwart the Lannister supply lines, Jason Mallister |
pointed out; let them bide their time, denying Lord Tywin fresh levies and provisions while they |
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strengthened their defenses and rested their weary troops. Lord Blackwood would have none of it. They |
should finish the work they began in the Whispering Wood. March to Harrenhal and bring Roose |
Bolton's army down as well. What Blackwood urged, Bracken opposed, as ever; Lord Jonos Bracken |
rose to insist they ought pledge their fealty to King Renly, and move south to join their might to his. |
"Renly is not the king," Robb said. It was the first time her son had spoken. Like his father, he knew how |
to listen. |
"You cannot mean to hold to Joffrey, my lord," Galbart Glover said. "He put your father to death." |
"That makes him evil," Robb replied. "I do not know that it makes Renly king. Joffrey is still Robert's |
eldest trueborn son, so the throne is rightfully his by all the laws of the realm. Were he to die, and I mean |
to see that he does, he has a younger brother. Tommen is next in line after Joffrey." |
"Tommen is no less a Lannister," Ser Marq Piper snapped. |
"As you say," said Robb, troubled. "Yet if neither one is king, still, how could it be Lord Renly? He's |
Robert's younger brother. Bran can't be Lord of Winterfell before me, and Renly can't be king before |
Lord Stannis." |
Lady Mormont agreed. "Lord Stannis has the better claim." |
"Renly is crowned," said Marq Piper. "Highgarden and Storm's End support his claim, and the |
Dornishmen will not be laggardly. If Winterfell and Riverrun add their strength to his, he will have five of |
the seven great houses behind him. Six, if the Arryns bestir themselves! Six against the Rock! My lords, |
within the year, we will have all their heads on pikes, the queen and the boy king, Lord Tywin, the Imp, |
the Kingslayer, Ser Kevan, all of them! That is what we shall win if we join with King Renly. What does |
Lord Stannis have against that, that we should cast it all aside?" |
"The right," said Robb stubbornly. Catelyn thought he sounded eerily like his father as he said it. |
"So you mean us to declare for Stannis?" asked Edmure. |
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"I don't know," said Robb. "I prayed to know what to do, but the |
gods did not answer. The Lannisters killed my father for a traitor, and we know that was a lie, but if |
Joffrey is the lawful king and we fight against him, we will be traitors." |
"My lord father would urge caution," aged Ser Stevron said, with the weaselly smile of a Frey. "Wait, let |
these two kings play their game of thrones. When they are done fighting, we can bend our knees to the |
victor, or oppose him, as we choose. With Renly arming, likely Lord Tywin would welcome a truce . . . |
and the safe return of his son. Noble lords, allow me to go to him at Harrenhal and arrange good terms |
and ransoms . . ." |
A roar of outrage drowned out his voice. "Craven!" the Greatjon thundered. "Begging for a truce will |
make us seem weak," declared Lady Mormont. "Ransoms be damned, we must not give up the |
Kingslayer," shouted Rickard Karstark. |
"Why not a peace?" Catelyn asked. |
The lords looked at her, but it was Robb's eyes she felt, his and his alone. "My lady, they murdered my |
lord father, your husband," he said grimly. He unsheathed his longsword and laid it on the table before |
him, the bright steel on the rough wood. "This is the only peace I have for Lannisters." |
The Greatjon bellowed his approval, and other men added their voices, shouting and drawing swords |
and pounding their fists on the table. Catelyn waited until they had quieted. "My lords," she said then, |
"Lord Eddard was your liege, but I shared his bed and bore his children. Do you think I love him any less |
than you?" Her voice almost broke with her grief, but Catelyn took a long breath and steadied herself. |
"Robb, if that sword could bring him back, I should never let you sheathe it until Ned stood at my side |
once more . . . but he is gone, and hundred Whispering Woods will not change that. Ned is gone, and |
Daryn Hornwood, and Lord Karstark's valiant sons, and many other good men besides, and none of |
them will return to us. Must we have more deaths still?" |
"You are a woman, my lady," the Greatjon rumbled in his deep voice. "Women do not understand these |
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things." |
"You are the gentle sex," said Lord Karstark, with the lines of grief fresh on his face. "A man has a need |
for vengeance." |
"Give me Cersei Lannister, Lord Karstark, and you would see how gentle a woman can be," Catelyn |
replied. "Perhaps I do not understand tactics and strategy . . . but I understand futility. We went to war |
when Lannister armies were ravaging the riverlands, and Ned was a prisoner, falsely accused of treason. |
We fought to defend ourselves, and to win my lord's freedom. |
"Well, the one is done, and the other forever beyond our reach. I will mourn for Ned until the end of my |
days, but I must think of the living. I want my daughters back, and the queen holds them still. If I must |
trade our four Lannisters for their two Starks, I will call that a bargain and thank the gods. I want you |
safe, Robb, ruling at Winterfell from your father's seat. I want you to live your life, to kiss a girl and wed |
a woman and father a son. I want to write an end to this. I want to go home, my lords, and weep for my |
husband." |
The hall was very quiet when Catelyn finished speaking. |
"Peace," said her uncle Brynden. "Peace is sweet, my lady . . . but on what terms? It is no good |
hammering your sword into a plowshare if you must forge it again on the morrow." |
"What did Torrhen and my Eddard die for, if I am to return to Karhold with nothing but their bones?" |
asked Rickard Karstark. |
"Aye," said Lord Bracken. "Gregor Clegane laid waste to my fields, slaughtered my smallfolk, and left |
Stone Hedge a smoking ruin. Am I now to bend the knee to the ones who sent him? What have we |
fought for, if we are to put all back as it was before?" |
Lord Blackwood agreed, to Catelyn's surprise and dismay. "And if we do make peace with King |
Joffrey, are we not then traitors to King Renly? What if the stag should prevail against the lion, where |
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would that leave us?" |
"Whatever you may decide for yourselves, I shall never call a Lannister my king," declared Marq Piper. |
"Nor P" yelled the little Darry boy. "I never will!" |
Again the shouting began. Catelyn sat despairing. She had come so close, she thought. They had almost |
listened, almost . . . but the moment was gone. There would be no peace, no chance to heal, no safety. |
She looked at her son, watched him as he listened to the lords debate, frowning, troubled, yet wedded to |
his war. He had pledged himself to marry a daughter of Walder Frey, but she saw his true bride plain |