MARTIN No, Catelyn said, louder now as she found her voice again. Perhaps he was wrong. Here thick black trunks crowded close together while twisted branches wove a dense canopy overhead and misshappen roots wrestled beneath the soil. Blood leaked from a wound on the upper arm where Robb had cut her.
Where the high road twisted between two rocky outcrops, they came to the first strong point. Fat Tom used to call her Arya Underfoot, because he said that was where she always was. The winner will want no more rivals. See, the savages lack the wit to understand the speech of civilized men.
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