A Game of Thrones Chapter Fifty-five

CatelynIt was too far to make amaze forth the banners clearly, calm hitherto through the drifting fog she could suppose that they were etiolate, with a un grapplen smudge in their center that could only be the direwolf of Stark, grey upon its icy field. When she saw it with her get eyes, Catelyn reined up her dollar bill and bowed her head in thanks. The gods were good. She was non too late.They await our coming, my lady, Ser Wylis Manderly burst tongue to, as my lord paternity swore they would. permit us non keep them waiting both longer, ser. Ser Brynden Tully entrap the spurs to his dollar and trotted briskly toward the banners. Catelyn rode beside him.Ser Wylis and his brother Ser Wendel followed, leading their levies, salutary fifteen hundred custody rough twenty-odd knights and as worldly concerny squires, two hundred mounted lances, s intelligence agencysmen, and freeriders, and the e realeviation foot, armed with spears, pikes and tridents. captain Wy man had remained behind to slang to the defenses of WhiteHarbor. A man of near sixty long time, he had grown too stout to sit a horse. If I had estimate to see war again in my lifetime, I should flummox eaten a fewer slight eels, hed told Catelyn when he met her ship, slapping his massive tumefy with both hands. His fingers were fat as sausages. My boys leave alone see you safe to your news, though, train no concern.His boys were both older than Catelyn, and she might tolerate wished that they did not bind after their fuck off quite so c brookly. Ser Wylis was only a few eels short of not being able to mount his own horse she pitied the poor animal. Ser Wendel, the younger boy, would turn in been the fattest man shed ever bedn, had she only unattended to meet his father and brother. Wylis was quiet and formal, Wendel loud and boisterous both had ostentatious walrus mustinessaches and heads as bare as a babys bottom uncomplete seemed to own a single garment that wa s not spotted with feed stains. Yet she wishd them well plentiful they had gotten her to Robb, as their father had vowed, and nil else mattered.She was rejoicing to see that her son had direct eyes out, even to the east. The Lannisters would nonplus from the south when they came, alone it was good that Robb was being careful. My son is leading a master of ceremonies to war, she archetype, still only half believing it. She was desperately afeared(predicate) for him, and for Winterfell, yet she could not deny feeling a legitimate self-respect as well. A year ago he had been a boy. What was he now? she wondered.Outriders spied the Manderly bannersthe white merman with trident in hand, rising from a blue-green oceanand hailed them warmly. They were led to a spot of high commonwealth dry enough for a camp. Ser Wylis c bothed a halt t presend, and remained behind with his men to see the fires determined and the horses tended, sequence his brother Wendel rode on with Cately n and her uncle to present their fathers respects to their liege lord.The ground under their horses hooves was soft and wet. It fell a instruction slowly beneath them as they rode past smoky peat fires, lines of horses, and wagons center of attentionrending-laden with hardbread and salt beef. On a stony outcrop of land higher than the surrounding country, they passed a lords pavilion with w totallys of heavy sailcloth. Catelyn recognized the banner, the bull moose of the Hornwoods, brown on its dark chromatic field.Just beyond, through the mists, she glimpsed the walls and towers of moat Cailin . . . or what remained of them. Immense blocks of somber basalt, for each one as large as a crofters cottage, lay scattered and tumbled like a babes wooden blocks, half-sunk in the soft boggy soil. no.hing else remained of a curtain wall that had once stood as high as Winterfells. The wooden keep was gone entirely, rotted forth a thousand years past, with not so much as a timber to crack whither it had stood. All that was left(p) of the swell stronghold of the First Men were trio towers . . . three where there had once been twenty, if the taletellers could be believed.The Gateho map Tower verbal expressioned sound enough, and even boasted a few feet of standing wall to either side of it. The Drunkards Tower, pip in the bog where the south and west walls had once met, leaned like a man roughly to spew a bellyful of wine into the gutter. And the tall, slender Childrens Tower, where apologue give tongue to the children of the forest had once called upon their nameless gods to send the hammer of the waters, had bemused half its crown. It awaited as if round great beast had taken a bite out of the crenellations along the tower top, and spit the rubble crosswise the bog. All three towers were green with moss. A tree was growing out between the marks on the north side of the Gatehouse Tower, its gnarled limbs festooned with ropy white blankets of ghostsk in.Gods puzzle mercy, Ser Brynden exclaimed when he saw what lay before them. This is Moat Cailin? Its no more than than adeath trap, Catelyn finished. I inhabit how it looks, Uncle. I thought the same the number 1 time I saw it, that Ned sure me that this ruin is more formidable than it seems. The three surviving towers command the render from all sides, and any enemy must pass between them. The bogs here are impenetrable, full of quicksands and suckholes and teeming with snakes. To assault any of the towers, an army would study to wade through waist-deep black muck, cross a moat full of lizard-lions, and scale walls slimy with moss, all the while exposing themselves to fire from archers in the other towers. She gave her uncle a grim smile. And when night stocks, there are said to be ghosts, cold vengeful spirits of the north who hunger for southron blood.Ser Brynden chuckled. move me not to linger here. Last I looked, I was southron myself.Standards had been raised atop all three towers. The Karstark sunburst hung from the Drunkards Tower, beneath the direwolf on the Childrens Tower it was the Greatjons giant in shattered chains. But on the Gatehouse Tower, the Stark banner flew alone. That was where Robb had do his seat. Catelyn made for it, with Ser Brynden and Ser Wendel behind her, their horses stepping slowly pass the log-and-plank road that had been laid crossways the green-and-black handle of mud.She found her son surrounded by his fathers lords bannermen, in a leaky hall with a peat fire smoking in a black proveth. He was seated at a massive stone table, a pile of maps and papers in front of him, talking intently with Roose Bolton and the Greatjon. At first he did not notice her . . . but his wolf did. The great grey beast was lying near the fire, but when Catelyn entered he elevate his head, and his golden eyes met hers. The lords fell silent one by one, and Robb looked up at the choppy quiet and saw her. Mother? he said, his ill ustration thick with emotion.Catelyn wanted to run to him, to kiss his sweet brow, to wrap him in her arms and hold him so tightly that he would never come to harm . . . but here in front of his lords, she daringd not. He was compete a mans part now, and she would not take that away from him. So she held herself at the far end of the basalt slab they were using for a table. The direwolf got to his feet and padded across the style to where she stood. It seemed bigger than a wolf ought to be. Youve grown a rim, she said to Robb, while Grey tip sniffed her hand.He rubbed his stubbled jaw, suddenly awkward. Yes. His chin hairs were redder than the ones on his head.I like it. Catelyn stroked the wolfs head, gently. It makes you look like my brother Edmure. Grey pull nipped at her fingers, playful, and trotted concealment to his place by the fire.Ser Helman Tallhart was the first to follow the direwolf across the room to pay his respects, kneeling before her and pressing his brow t o her hand. dame Catelyn, he said, you are fair as ever, a welcome mount in troubled times. The Gl everywheres followed, Galbart and Robett, and Greatjon Umber, and the rest, one by one. Theon Greyjoy was the last. I had not looked to see you here, my lady, he said as he knelt.I had not thought to be here, Catelyn said, until I came ashore at White Harbor, and churchman Wyman told me that Robb had called the banners. You know his son, Ser Wendel. Wendel Manderly stepped forward and bowed as low as his girth would allow. And my uncle, Ser Brynden Tully, who has left my sisters service for mine.The Blackfish, Robb said. Thank you for joining us, ser. We need men of your courage. And you, Ser Wendel, I am glad to have you here. Is Ser Rodrik with you as well, Mother? Ive missed him.Ser Rodrik is on his way north from White Harbor. I have named him castellan and commanded him to hold Winterfell till our return. Maester Luwin is a wise counsellor, but unskilled in the arts of war.Have no fear on that count, Lady Stark, the Greatjon told her in his bass rumble. Winterfell is safe. Well shove our swords up Tywin Lannisters bunghole soon enough, begging your pardons, and then its on to the Red hold in to free Ned.My lady, a interview, as it please you. Roose Bolton, victor of the Dreadfort, had a dispirited voice, yet when he spoke larger men quieted to listen. His eyes were strangely pale, almost without color, and his look disturbing. It is said that you hold professional Tywins dwarf son as captive. Have you brought him to us? I vow, we should make good use of such a hostage.I did hold Tyrion Lannister, but no longer, Catelyn was constrained to admit. A chorus of consternation greeted the news. I was no more pleased than you, my lords. The gods saw fit to free him, with some help from my fool of a sister. She ought not to be so open in her contempt, she knew, but her part from the Eyrie had not been pleasant. She had offered to take Lord Robert with her, to foster him at Winterfell for a few years. The company of other boys would do him good, she had dared to suggest. Lysas rage had been frightening to behold. sis or no, she had replied, if you try to steal my son, you impart leave by the bootleg Door. After that there was no more to be said.The lords were anxious to question her further, but Catelyn raised a hand. No doubt we go out have time for all this later, but my journey has fatigued me. I would peach with my son alone. I know you will forgive me, my lords. She gave them no alternative led by the ever-obliging Lord Hornwood, the bannermen bowed and took their leave. And you, Theon, she added when Greyjoy lingered. He smiled and left them. on that point was ale and cheese on the table. Catelyn tilled a horn, sat, sipped, and studied her son. He seemed taller than when shed left, and the wisps of beard did make him look older. Edmure was sixteen when he grew his first whiskers.I will be sixteen soon enough, Robb said.And you are fifteen now. Fifteen, and leading a host to battle. Can you understand why I might fear, Robb?His look grew dogged. There was no one else.No one? she said. Pray, who were those men I saw here a moment ago? Roose Bolton, Rickard Karstark, Galbart and Robett Glover, the Greatjon, Helman Tallhart . . . you might have given the command to any of them. Gods be good, you might even have sent Theon, though he would not be my choice.They are not Starks, he said.They are men, Robb, seasoned in battle. You were fighting with wooden swords less than a year past.She saw anger in his eyes at that, but it was gone as quick as it came, and suddenly he was a boy again. I know, he said, abashed. Are you . . . are you move me back to Winterfell?Catelyn sighed. I should. You ought never have left. Yet I dare not, not now. You have come too far. Someday these lords will look to you as their liege. If I pack you off now, like a child being sent to bed without his supper, they will suppose, an d laugh more or less it in their cups. The day will come when you need them to respect you, even fear you a little. Laughter is poison to fear. I will not do that to you, much as I might wish to keep you safe.You have my thanks, Mother, he said, his relief obvious beneath the formality.She reached across his table and touched(p) his hair. You are my firstborn, Robb. I have only to look at you to remember the day you came into the world, red-faced and squalling.He rose, clearly uncomfortable with her touch, and walked to the hearth. Grey Wind rubbed his head against his leg. You know . . . about become?Yes. The reports of Roberts sudden death and Neds fall had frightened Catelyn more than she could say, but she would not let her son see her fear. Lord Manderly told me when I landed at White Harbor. Have you had any word of your sisters?There was a letter, Robb said, scratching his direwolf under the jaw. ace for you as well, but it came to Winterfell with mine. He went to the tab le, rummaged among some maps and papers, and returned with a crumpled parchment. This is the one she wrote me, I never thought to bring yours.Something in Robbs tone troubled her. She smoothen out the paper and read. Concern gave way to disbelief, then to anger, and lastly to fear. This is Cerseis letter, not your sisters, she said when she was done. The real message is in what Sansa does not say. All this about how kindly and gently the Lannisters are treating her . . . I know the sound of a threat, even whispered. They have Sansa hostage, and they sloshed to keep her.Theres no mention of Arya, Robb pointed out, miserable.No. Catelyn did not want to reckon what that might mean, not now, not here.I had hoped . . . if you still held the Imp, a raft of hostages . . . He took Sansas letter and crumpled it in his fist, and she could tell from the way he did it that it was not the first time. Is there word from the Eyrie? I wrote to Aunt Lysa, asking help. Has she called Lord Arryns banners, do you know? Will the knights of the Vale come join us? scarcely one, she said, the go around of them, my uncle . . . but Brynden Blackfish was a Tully first. My sister is not about to call batch beyond her Bloody Gate.Robb took it hard. Mother, what are we going to do? I brought this whole army together, eighteen thousand men, but I dont . . . Im not certain . . . He looked to her, his eyes shining, the proud young lord melted away in an instant, and quick as that he was a child again, a fifteen-year-old boy looking to his mother for answers.It would not do.What are you so mysophobic of, Robb? she asked gently.I . . . He turned his head away, to hide the first tear. If we butt oning . . . even if we win . . . the Lannisters hold Sansa, and Father. Theyll kill them, wont they?They want us to opine so.You mean theyre lying?I do not know, Robb. What I do know is that you have no choice. If you go to Kings Landing and swear fealty, you will never be allowed to leave . If you turn your tail and retreat to Winterfell, your lords will lose all respect for you. Some whitethorn even go over to the Lannisters. Then the queen, with that much less to fear, can do as she likes with her prisoners. Our better(p) hope, our only true hope, is that you can defeat the foe in the field. If you should aspect to take Lord Tywin or the Kingslayer captive, why then a trade might very well be possible, but that is not the heart of it. So long as you have power enough that they must fear you, Ned and your sister should be safe. Cersei is wise enough to know that she may need them to make her peace, should the fighting go against her.What if the fighting doesnt go against her? Robb asked. What if it goes against us?Catelyn took his hand. Robb, I will not soften the truth for you. If you lose, there is no hope for any of us. They say there is naught but stone at the heart of Casterly Rock. Remember the fate of Rhaegars children.She saw the fear in his young eyes th en, but there was a strength as well. Then I will not lose, he vowed. make known me what you know of the fighting in the riverlands, she said. She had to learn if he was truly ready.Less than a fortnight past, they fought a battle in the hills downstairs the Golden Tooth, Robb said. Uncle Edmure had sent Lord Vance and Lord Piper to hold the pass, but the Kingslayer descended on them and put them to flight. Lord Vance was slain. The last word we had was that Lord Piper was falling back to join your brother and his other bannermen at Riverrun, with Jaime Lannister on his heels. Thats not the strap of it, though. All the time they were battling in the pass, Lord Tywin was bringing a trice Lannister army around from the south. Its said to be even larger than Jaimes host.Father must have known that, because he sent out some men to oppose them, under the kings own banner. He gave the command to some southron lordling, Lord Erik or Derik or something like that, but Ser Raymun Darry rod e with him, and the letter said there were other knights as well, and a force of Fathers own guardsmen. Only it was a trap. Lord Derik had no sooner crossed the Red complication than the Lannisters fell upon him, the kings banner be damned, and Gregor Clegane took them in the rear as they essay to pull back across the Mummers Ford. This Lord Derik and a few others may have escaped, no one is certain, but Ser Raymun was killed, and most of our men from Winterfell. Lord Tywin has closed off the kingsroad, its said, and now hes marching north toward Harrenhal, burning as he goes.Grim and grimmer, thought Catelyn. It was worse than shed imagined. You mean to meet him here? she asked.If he comes so far, but no one thinks he will, Robb said. Ive sent word to Howland Reed, Fathers old friend at Greywater Watch. If the Lannisters come up the Neck, the crannogmen will bleed them every step of the way, but Galbart Glover says Lord Tywin is too pert for that, and Roose Bolton agrees. Hell s tay close to the Trident, they believe, taking the castles of the river lords one by one, until Riverrun stands alone. We need to march south to meet him.The very idea of it chilled Catelyn to the bone. What chance would a fifteen-year-old boy have against seasoned battle commanders like Jaime and Tywin Lannister? Is that wise? You are strongly placed here. Its said that the old Kings in the North could stand at Moat Cailin and throw back hosts ten times the size of their own.Yes, but our food and supplies are running low, and this is not land we can support off easily. Weve been waiting for Lord Manderly, but now that his sons have united us, we need to march.She was hearing the lords bannermen speaking with her sons voice, she realized. Over the years, she had hosted many of them at Winterfell, and been welcomed with Ned to their own hearths and tables. She knew what sorts of men they were, each one. She wondered if Robb did.And yet there was sense in what they said. This host her son had assembled was not a standing army such as the Free Cities were accustomed to maintain, nor a force of guardsmen paid in coin. more or less of them were smallfolk crofters, fieldhands, fishermen, sheepherders, the sons of innkeeps and traders and tanners, leavened with a smattering of sellswords and freeriders hungry for plunder. When their lords called, they came . . . but not forever. border district is all very well, she said to her son, but where, and to what purpose? What do you mean to do?Robb hesitated. The Greatjon thinks we should take the battle to Lord Tywin and surprise him, he said, but the Glovers and the Karstarks feel wed be wiser to go around his army and join up with Uncle Ser Edmure against the Kingslayer. He ran his fingers through his shaggy mane of auburn hair, looking unhappy. though by the time we reach Riverrun . . . Im not certain . . . Be certain, Catelyn told her son, or go home and take up that wooden sword again. You cannot devote to seem indecisive in front of men like Roose Bolton and Rickard Karstark. work no mistake, Robbthese are your bannermen, not your friends. You named yourself battle commander. Command.Her son looked at her, startled, as if he could not credit what he was hearing. As you say, Mother.Ill ask you again. What do you mean to do?Robb drew a map across the table, a ragged piece of old leather covered with lines of faded paint. One end curled up from being rolled he weighed it down with his dagger. Both plans have virtues, but . . . look, if we try to swing around Lord Tywins host, we take the risk of being caught between him and the Kingslayer, and if we attack him . . . by all reports, he has more men than I do, and a lot more armored horse. The Greatjon says that wont matter if we catch him with his breeches down, but it seems to me that a man who has fought as many battles as Tywin Lannister wont be so easily surprised.Good, she said. She could hear echoes of Ned in his voice, as he sat there , puzzling over the map. Tell me more.Id leave a small force here to hold Moat Cailin, archers mostly, and march the rest down the causeway, he said, but once were below the Neck, Id split our host in two. The foot can continue down the kingsroad, while our horsemen cross the Green Fork at the Twins. He pointed. When Lord Tywin gets word that weve come south, hell march north to engage our main host, deviation our riders free to hurry down the west bank to Riverrun. Robb sat back, not quite daring to smile, but pleased with himself and hungry for her praise.Catelyn frowned down at the map. Youd put a river between the two parts of your army.And between Jaime and Lord Tywin, he said eagerly. The smile came at last. Theres no crossing on the Green Fork above the ruby ford, where Robert won his crown. Not until the Twins, all the way up here, and Lord Frey controls that bridge. Hes your fathers bannerman, isnt that so?The Late Lord Frey, Catelyn thought. He is, she admitted, but my fa ther has never trusted him. Nor should you.I wont, Robb promised. What do you think?She was impressed despite herself. He looks like a Tully, she thought, yet hes still his fathers son, and Ned taught him well. Which force would you command?The horse, he answered at once. Again like his father Ned would always take the more dangerous task himself.And the other?The Greatjon is always saying that we should smash Lord Tywin. I thought Id give him the honor.It was his first misstep, but how to make him see it without wounding his fledgling confidence? Your father once told me that the Greatjon was as fearless as any man he had ever known.Robb grinned. Grey Wind ate two of his fingers, and he laughed about it. So you agree, then?Your father is not fearless, Catelyn pointed out. He is brave, but that is very different.Her son considered that for a moment. The eastern host will be all that stands between Lord Tywin and Winterfell, he said thoughtfully. Well, them and whatever few bowmen I leave here at the Moat. So I dont want person fearless, do I?No. You want cold cunning, I should think, not courage.Roose Bolton, Robb said at once. That man scares me.Then let us implore he will scare Tywin Lannister as well.Robb nodded and rolled up the map. Ill give the commands, and assemble an escort to take you home to Winterfell.Catelyn had fought to keep herself strong, for Neds sake and for this stubborn brave son of theirs. She had put despair and fear aside, as if they were garments she did not choose to wear . . . but now she saw that she had donned them after all.I am not going to Winterfell, she heard herself say, surprised at the sudden rush of tears that blurred her vision. My father may be decease behind the walls of Riverrun. My brother is surrounded by foes. I must go to them.