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She remembered her own baby, three-year-old Rickon, half the age of this boy and five times as fierce.

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She found Robb beneath the green canopy of leaves, surrounded by tall redwoods and great old elms, kneeling before the heart tree, a slender weirwood with a face more sad than fierce.

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“I do not know your son, my lady, but I could serve you if you would have me. You have courage. Not battle courage perhaps, but, I don’t know, a woman’s kind of courage.”

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I often sent away (Sansa’s) maid so I could brush her hair myself. She had auburn hair, lighter than mine, and so thick and soft… the red in it would catch the light of the torches and shine like copper.

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Our children, Ned, all our sweet babes. Rickon, Bran, Arya, Sansa, Robb… Robb…

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Catelyn dreamt that Bran was whole again, that Arya and Sansa held hands, that Rickon was still a babe at her breast. Robb, crownless, played with a wooden sword, and when all were safe asleep, she found Ned in her bed, smiling. Sweet it was, sweet and gone too soon.

Catelyn had never like this godswood... The gods of Winterfell kept a different sort of wood. It was a dark, primal place, three acres of old forest untouched for ten thousand years as the gloomy castle rose around it... The gods who lived here had no names.