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e the boy he was。 To the others he was always the King in the North； head bowed beneath the weight of the crown even when his brows were bare。
Robb kissed his wife gently； promised to see her in their chambers； and went off with his lady mother。 His steps led them toward the godswood。 〃Lothar seemed amiable； that's a hopeful sign。 We need the Freys。〃
〃That does not mean we shall have them。〃
He nodded； and there was glumness to his face and a slope to his shoulders that made her heart go out to him。 The crown is crushing him； she thought。 He wants so much to be a good king； to be brave and honorable and clever； but the weight is too much for a boy to bear。 Robb was doing all he could； yet still the blows kept falling； one after the other； relentless。 When they brought him word of the battle at Duskendale； where Lord Randyll Tarly had shattered Robett Glover and Ser Helman Tallhart； he might have been expected to rage。 Instead he'd stared in dumb disbelief and said； 〃Duskendale； on the narrow sea？ Why would they go to Duskendale？〃 He'd shook his head； bewildered。 〃A third of my foot； lost for Duskendale？〃
〃The ironmen have my castle and now the Lannisters hold my brother；〃 Galbart Glover said； in a voice thick with despair。 Robett Glover had survived the battle； but had been captured near the kingsroad not long after。
〃Not for long；〃 her son promised。 〃I will offer them Martyn Lannister in exchange。 Lord Tywin will have to accept； for his brother's sake。〃 Martyn was Ser Kevan's son； a twin to the Willem that Lord Karstark had butchered。 Those murders still haunted her son； Catelyn knew。 He had tripled the guard around Martyn； but still feared for his safety。
〃I should have traded the Kingslayer for Sansa when you first urged it；〃 Robb said as they walked the gallery。 〃If I'd offered to wed her to the Knight of Flowers； the Tyrells might be ours instead of Joffrey's。 I should have thought of that。〃
〃Your mind was on your battles； and rightly so。 Even a king cannot think of everything。〃
〃Battles；〃 muttered Robb as he led her out beneath the trees。 〃I have won every battle； yet somehow I'm losing the war。〃 He looked up； as if the answer might be written on the sky。 〃The ironmen hold Winterfell； and Moat Cailin too。 Father's dead； and Bran and Rickon； maybe Arya。 And now your father too。〃
She could not let him despair。 She knew the taste of that draught too well herself。 〃My father has been dying for a long time。 You could not have changed that。 You have made mistakes； Robb； but what king has not？ Ned would have been proud of you。〃
〃Mother； there is something you must know。〃
Catelyn's heart skipped a beat。 This is something he hates。 Something he dreads to tell me。 All she could think of was Brienne and her mission。 〃Is it the Kingslayer？〃
〃No。 It's Sansa。〃
She's dead； Catelyn thought at once。 Brienne failed； Jaime is dead； and Cersei has killed my sweet girl in retribution。 For a moment she could barely speak。 〃Is 。 。 。 is she gone； Robb？〃
〃Gone？〃 He looked startled。 〃Dead？ Oh； Mother； no； not that； they haven't harmed her； not that way； only 。 。 。 a bird came last night； but I couldn't bring myself to tell you； not until your father was sent to his rest。〃 Robb took her hand。 〃They married her to Tyrion Lannister。〃
Catelyn's fingers clutched at his。 〃The Imp。〃
〃Yes。〃
〃He swore to trade her for his brother；〃 she said numbly。 〃Sansa and Arya both。 We would have them back if we returned his precious Jaime； he swore it before the whole court。 How could he marry her； after saying that in sight of gods and men？〃
〃He's the Kingslayer's brother。 Oathbreaking runs in their blood。〃 Robb's fingers brushed the pommel of his sword。 〃If I could I'd take his ugly head off。 Sansa would be a widow then； and free。 There's no other way that I can see。 They made her speak the vows before a septon and don a crimson cloak。〃
Catelyn remembered the twisted little man she had seized at the crossroads inn and carried all the way to the Eyrie。 〃I should have let Lysa push him out her Moon Door。 My poor sweet Sansa 。 。 。 why would anyone do this to her？〃
〃For Winterfell；〃 Robb said at once。 〃With Bran and Rickon dead； Sansa is my heir。 If anything should happen to me 。 。 。〃
She clutched tight at his hand。 〃Nothing will happen to you。 Nothing。 I could not stand it。 They took Ned； and your sweet brothers。 Sansa is married； Arya is lost； my father's dead 。 。 。 if anything befell you； I would go mad； Robb。 You are all I have left。 You are all the north has left。〃
〃I am not dead yet； Mother。〃
Suddenly Catelyn was full of dread。 〃Wars need not be fought until the last drop of blood。〃 Even she could hear the desperation in her voice。 〃You would not be the first king to bend the knee； nor even the first Stark。〃
His mouth tightened。 〃No。 Never。〃
〃There is no shame in it。 Balon Greyjoy bent the knee to Robert when his rebellion failed。 Torrhen Stark bent the knee to Aegon the Conqueror rather than see his army face the fires。〃
〃Did Aegon kill King Torrhen's father？〃 He pulled his hand from hers。 〃Never； I said。〃
He is playing the boy now； not the king。 〃The Lannisters do not need the north。 They will require homage and hostages； no more 。 。 。 and the Imp will keep Sansa no matter what we do； so they have their hostage。 The ironmen will prove a more implacable enemy； I promise you。 To have any hope of holding the north； the Greyjoys must leave no single sprig of House Stark alive to dispute their right。 Theon's murdered Bran and Rickon； so now all they need do is kill you 。 。 。 and Jeyne； yes。 Do you think Lord Balon can afford to let her live to bear you heirs？〃
Robb's face was cold。 〃Is that why you freed the Kingslayer？ To make a peace with the Lannisters？〃
〃I freed Jaime for Sansa's sake 。 。 。 and Arya's； if she still lives。 You know that。 But if I nurtured some hope of buying peace as well； was that so ill？〃
〃Yes；〃 he said。 〃The Lannisters killed my father。〃
〃Do you think I have forgotten that？〃
〃I don't know。 Have you？〃
Catelyn had never struck her children in anger； but she almost struck Robb then。 It was an effort to remind herself how frightened and alone he must feel。 〃You are King in the North； the choice is yours。 I only ask that you think on what I've said。 The singers make much of kings who die valiantly in battle； but your life is worth more than a song。 To me at least； who gave it to you。〃 She lowered her head。 〃Do I have your leave to go？〃
〃Yes。〃 He turned away and drew his sword。 What he meant to do with it； she could not say。 There was no enemy there； no one to fight。 Only her and him； amongst tall trees and fallen leaves。 There are fights no sword can win； Catelyn wanted to tell him； but she feared the king was deaf to such words。
Hours later； she was sewing in her bedchamber when young Rollarn Westerling came running with the summons to supper。 Good； Catelyn thought； relieved。 She had not been certain that her son would want her there； after their quarrel。 〃A dutiful squire；〃 she said to Rollam gravely。 Bran would have been the same。
If Robb seemed cool at table and Edmure surly； Lame Lothar made up for them both。 He was the model of courtesy； reminiscing warmly about Lord Hoster； offering Catelyn gentle condolences on the loss of Bran and Rickon； praising Edmure for the victory at Stone Mill； and thanking Robb for the 〃swift sure justice〃 he had meted out to Rickard Karstark。 Lothar's bastard brother Walder Rivers was another matter； a harsh sour man with old Lord Walder's suspicious face； he spoke but seldom and devoted most of his attention to the meat and mead that was set before him。
When all the empty words were said； the queen and the other Westerlings excused themselves； the remains of the meal were cleared away； and Lothar Frey cleared his throat。 〃Before we turn to the business that brings us here； there is another matter；〃 he said solemnly。 〃A grave matter； I fear。 I had hoped it would not fall to me to bring you these tidings； but it seems I must。 My lord father has had a letter from his grandsons。〃
Catelyn had been so lost in grief for her own that she had almost forgotten the two Freys she had agreed to foster。 No more； she thought
