At Riverrun, Catelyn Stark seemed convinced I'd sent some footpadto slit her son's throat. Why? Two is not three. One morething. But the truth was terrible.
Gendry was stirring on her left and Lem Lemoncloaksnoring loudly to her right, but the baying outside all but drowned him out. I must know more of this. How many lived past infancy? she asked bluntly. How many sheep do I have at present, Kella? She had to think a moment.
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