“We found where he’d been sleeping,” Robb put in. “He had ninety silver stags in a leather bag buried beneath the straw.” “It’s good to know my son’s life was not sold cheaply,” Catelyn said bitterly. Hallis Mollen looked at her, confused. “Begging your grace, m’lady, you saying he was out to kill your boy?” Greyjoy was doubtful. “That’s madness.” “He came for Bran,” Catelyn said. “He kept muttering how I wasn’t supposed to be there. He set the library fire thinking I would rush to put it out, taking any guards with me. If I hadn’t been half-mad with grief, it would have worked.” “Why would
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