His eyes watched hers. Will heard the breath go out of Ser Waymar Royce in a long hiss. So you say. The morning was overcast and grim.
The speaker was one of the slaves she had claimed, the heavy, flat-nosed woman who had blessed her. Dogs moved between the tables, trailing after the serving girls. Catelyn had almost forgotten. The sound seemed to go right through Catelyn Stark, and she found herself shivering.
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