I hope she had a good night's rest, Catelyn said with a certain bite in her tone that seemed to go unnoticed. Beyond was dense forest of pine and spruce, and the mountain like a black wall, but the steps were there, chiseled deep into the rock, ascending into the sky. It seemed bigger than a wolf ought to be. Jhiqui brought a sandsilk robe and draped it over her shoulders.
If they were real, he thought, they were as cruel and implacable as winter. It had a short haft, a heavy head, a nasty spike on top. You may take your vows here at evenfall, before Septon Celladar and the first of your order. Her and her butcher's boy.
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