Catelyn had not heard him enter, but there he stood in the doorway, looking at her. Close to him was a dead man in the red cloak and lion-crest helm of the Lannisters. The lords of the Trident have been put to rout. Cersei Lannister entered behind him, a jeweled tiara in her hair.
The crabs had arrived from Eastwatch only this morning, packed in a barrel of snow, and they were succulent. My pardons. The city walls rose in the distance, high and strong. Yet he remembered the dead boy in the cart with his cloak of crescent moons, and the words were raw in his throat.
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