“It is only water, Ser Rodrik,” Catelyn replied. Her hair hung wet and heavy, a loose strand2 stuckto her forehead, and she could imagine how ragged3 and wild she must look, but for once she did notcare. The southern rain was soft and warm. Catelyn liked the feel of it on her face, gentle as amother’s kisses. It took her back to her childhood, to long grey days at Riverrun. She remembered thegodswood, drooping5 branches heavy with moisture, and the sound of her brother’s laughter as hechased her through piles of damp leaves. She remembered making mud pies with Lysa, the weight ofthem, the mud slick and brown between her fingers. They had served them to Littlefinger, giggling,and he’d eaten so much mud he was sick for a week. How young they all had been.
Catelyn had almost forgotten. In the north, the rain fell cold and hard, and sometimes at night itturned to ice. It was as likely to kill a crop as nurture6 it, and it sent grown men running for the nearestshelter. That was no rain for little girls to play in.
“I am soaked through,” Ser Rodrik complained. “Even my bones are wet.” The woods pressedclose around them, and the steady pattering of rain on leaves was accompanied by the small suckingsounds their horses made as their hooves pulled free of the mud. “We will want a fire tonight, mylady, and a hot meal would serve us both.”
“There is an inn at the crossroads up ahead,” Catelyn told him. She had slept many a night there inher youth, traveling with her father. Lord Hoster Tully had been a restless man in his prime, alwaysriding somewhere. She still remembered the innkeep, a fat woman named Masha Heddle who chewedsourleaf night and day and seemed to have an endless supply of smiles and sweet cakes for thechildren. The sweet cakes had been soaked with honey, rich and heavy on the tongue, but howCatelyn had dreaded7 those smiles. The sourleaf had stained Masha’s teeth a dark red, and made hersmile a bloody8 horror.
“An inn,” Ser Rodrik repeated wistfully. “If only … but we dare not risk it. If we wish to remainunknown, I think it best we seek out some small holdfast …” He broke off as they heard sounds upthe road; splashing water, the clink of mail, a horse’s whinny. “Riders,” he warned, his hand droppingto the hilt of his sword. Even on the kingsroad, it never hurt to be wary9.
They followed the sounds around a lazy bend of the road and saw them; a column of armed mennoisily fording a swollen10 stream. Catelyn reined11 up to let them pass. The banner in the hand of theforemost rider hung sodden12 and limp, but the guardsmen wore indigo13 cloaks and on their shouldersflew the silver eagle of Seagard. “Mallisters,” Ser Rodrik whispered to her, as if she had not known.
“My lady, best pull up your hood4.”
Catelyn made no move. Lord Jason Mallister himself rode with them, surrounded by his knights14,his son Patrek by his side and their squires16 close behind. They were riding for King’s Landing and theHand’s tourney, she knew. For the past week, the travelers had been thick as flies upon the kingsroad;knights and freeriders, singers with their harps17 and drums, heavy wagons19 laden20 with hops21 or corn orcasks of honey, traders and craftsmen22 and whores, and all of them moving south.
She studied Lord Jason boldly. The last time she had seen him he had been jesting with her uncle ather wedding feast; the Mallisters stood bannermen to the Tullys, and his gifts had been lavish23. Hisbrown hair was salted with white now, his face chiseled24 gaunt by time, yet the years had not touched his pride. He rode like a man who feared nothing. Catelyn envied him that; she had come to fear somuch. As the riders passed, Lord Jason nodded a curt25 greeting, but it was only a high lord’s courtesyto strangers chance met on the road. There was no recognition in those fierce eyes, and his son did noteven waste a look.
teven waste a look.
“He did not know you,” Ser Rodrik said after, wondering.
“He saw a pair of mud-spattered travelers by the side of the road, wet and tired. It would neveroccur to him to suspect that one of them was the daughter of his liege lord. I think we shall be safeenough at the inn, Ser Rodrik.”
It was near dark when they reached it, at the crossroads north of the great confluence26 of the Trident.
Masha Heddle was fatter and greyer than Catelyn remembered, still chewing her sourleaf, but shegave them only the most cursory27 of looks, with nary a hint of her ghastly red smile. “Two rooms atthe top of the stair, that’s all there is,” she said, chewing all the while. “They’re under the bell tower,you won’t be missing meals, though there’s some thinks it too noisy. Can’t be helped. We’re full up,or near as makes no matter. It’s those rooms or the road.”
It was those rooms, low, dusty garrets at the top of a cramped28 narrow staircase. “Leave your bootsdown here,” Masha told them after she’d taken their coin. “The boy will clean them. I won’t have youtracking mud up my stairs. Mind the bell. Those who come late to meals don’t eat.” There were nosmiles, and no mention of sweet cakes.
When the supper bell rang, the sound was deafening29. Catelyn had changed into dry clothes. She satby the window, watching rain run down the pane30. The glass was milky31 and full of bubbles, and a wetdusk was falling outside. Catelyn could just make out the muddy crossing where the two great roadsmet.
The crossroads gave her pause. If they turned west from here, it was an easy ride down to Riverrun.
Her father had always given her wise counsel when she needed it most, and she yearned32 to talk tohim, to warn him of the gathering33 storm. If Winterfell needed to brace34 for war, how much more soRiverrun, so much closer to King’s Landing, with the power of Casterly Rock looming35 to the westlike a shadow. If only her father had been stronger, she might have chanced it, but Hoster Tully hadbeen bedridden these past two years, and Catelyn was loath36 to tax him now.
The eastern road was wilder and more dangerous, climbing through rocky foothills and thickforests into the Mountains of the Moon, past high passes and deep chasms37 to the Vale of Arryn andthe stony38 Fingers beyond. Above the Vale, the Eyrie stood high and impregnable, its towers reachingfor the sky. There she would find her sister … and, perhaps, some of the answers Ned sought. SurelyLysa knew more than she had dared to put in her letter. She might have the very proof that Nedneeded to bring the Lannisters to ruin, and if it came to war, they would need the Arryns and theeastern lords who owed them service.
Yet the mountain road was perilous39. Shadowcats prowled those passes, rock slides were common,and the mountain clans40 were lawless brigands41, descending42 from the heights to rob and kill andmelting away like snow whenever the knights rode out from the Vale in search of them. Even JonArryn, as great a lord as any the Eyrie had ever known, had always traveled in strength when hecrossed the mountains. Catelyn’s only strength was one elderly knight15, armored in loyalty43.
No, she thought, Riverrun and the Eyrie would have to wait. Her path ran north to Winterfell,where her sons and her duty were waiting for her. As soon as they were safely past the Neck, shecould declare herself to one of Ned’s bannermen, and send riders racing44 ahead with orders to mount awatch on the kingsroad.
The rain obscured the fields beyond the crossroads, but Catelyn saw the land clear enough in hermemory. The marketplace was just across the way, and the village a mile farther on, half a hundredwhite cottages surrounding a small stone sept. There would be more now; the summer had been longand peaceful. North of here the kingsroad ran along the Green Fork of the Trident, through fertilevalleys and green woodlands, past thriving towns and stout45 holdfasts and the castles of the river lords.
Catelyn knew them all: the Blackwoods and the Brackens, ever enemies, whose quarrels her fatherwas obliged to settle; Lady Whent, last of her line, who dwelt with her ghosts in the cavernous vaultsof Harrenhal; irascible Lord Frey, who had outlived seven wives and filled his twin castles withchildren, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren, and bastards46 and grandbastards as well. All of themwere bannermen to the Tullys, their swords sworn to the service of Riverrun. Catelyn wondered if thatwould be enough, if it came to war. Her father was the staunchest man who’d ever lived, and she had no doubt that he would call his banners … but would the banners come? The Darrys and Rygersand Mootons had sworn oaths to Riverrun as well, yet they had fought with Rhaegar Targaryen on theTrident, while Lord Frey had arrived with his levies47 well after the battle was over, leaving some doubtas to which army he had planned to join (theirs, he had assured the victors solemnly in the aftermath,but ever after her father had called him the Late Lord Frey). It must not come to war, Catelyn thoughtfervently. They must not let it.
but would the banners come? The Darrys and Rygersand Mootons had sworn oaths to Riverrun as well, yet they had fought with Rhaegar Targaryen on theTrident, while Lord Frey had arrived with his levies well after the battle was over, leaving some doubtas to which army he had planned to join (theirs, he had assured the victors solemnly in the aftermath,but ever after her father had called him the Late Lord Frey). It must not come to war, Catelyn thoughtfervently. They must not let it.
Ser Rodrik came for her just as the bell ceased its clangor. “We had best make haste if we hope toeat tonight, my lady.”
“It might be safer if we were not knight and lady until we pass the Neck,” she told him. “Commontravelers attract less notice. A father and daughter taken to the road on some family business, say.”
“As you say, my lady,” Ser Rodrik agreed. It was only when she laughed that he realized whathe’d done. “The old courtesies die hard, my—my daughter.” He tried to tug48 on his missing whiskers,and sighed with exasperation49.
Catelyn took his arm. “Come, Father,” she said. “You’ll find that Masha Heddle sets a good table, Ithink, but try not to praise her. You truly don’t want to see her smile.”
The common room was long and drafty, with a row of huge wooden kegs at one end and a fireplaceat the other. A serving boy ran back and forth50 with skewers52 of meat while Masha drew beer from thekegs, chewing her sourleaf all the while.
The benches were crowded, townsfolk and farmers mingling53 freely with all manner of travelers.
The crossroads made for odd companions; dyers with black and purple hands shared a bench withrivermen reeking54 of fish, an ironsmith thick with muscle squeezed in beside a wizened55 old septon,hard-bitten sellswords and soft plump merchants swapped56 news like boon57 companions.
The company included more swords than Catelyn would have liked. Three by the fire wore the redstallion badge of the Brackens, and there was a large party in blue steel ringmail and capes58 of asilvery grey. On their shoulder was another familiar sigil, the twin towers of House Frey. She studiedtheir faces, but they were all too young to have known her. The senior among them would have beenno older than Bran when she went north.
Ser Rodrik found them an empty place on the bench near the kitchen. Across the table a handsomeyouth was fingering a woodharp. “Seven blessings59 to you, goodfolk,” he said as they sat. An emptywine cup stood on the table before him.
“And to you, singer,” Catelyn returned. Ser Rodrik called for bread and meat and beer in a tonethat meant now. The singer, a youth of some eighteen years, eyed them boldly and asked where theywere going, and from whence they had come, and what news they had, letting the questions fly asquick as arrows and never pausing for an answer. “We left King’s Landing a fortnight ago,” Catelynreplied, answering the safest of his questions.
“That’s where I’m bound,” the youth said. As she had suspected, he was more interested in tellinghis own story than in hearing theirs. Singers loved nothing half so well as the sound of their ownvoices. “The Hand’s tourney means rich lords with fat purses. The last time I came away with moresilver than I could carry … or would have, if I hadn’t lost it all betting on the Kingslayer to win theday.”
“The gods frown on the gambler,” Ser Rodrik said sternly. He was of the north, and shared theStark views on tournaments.
“They frowned on me, for certain,” the singer said. “Your cruel gods and the Knight of Flowersaltogether did me in.”
“No doubt that was a lesson for you,” Ser Rodrik said.
“It was. This time my coin will champion Ser Loras.”
Ser Rodrik tried to tug at whiskers that were not there, but before he could frame a rebuke61 theserving boy came scurrying62 up. He laid trenchers of bread before them and filled them with chunks63 ofbrowned meat off a skewer51, dripping with hot juice. Another skewer held tiny onions, fire peppers,and fat mushrooms. Ser Rodrik set to lustily as the lad ran back to fetch them beer.
“My name is Marillion,” the singer said, plucking a string on his woodharp. “Doubtless you’veheard me play somewhere?”
His manner made Catelyn smile. Few wandering singers ever ventured as far north as Winterfell,but she knew his like from her girlhood in Riverrun. “I fear not,” she told him.
He drew a plaintive64 chord from the woodharp. “That is your loss,” he said. “Who was the finest singer you’ve ever heard?”
“Alia of Braavos,” Ser Rodrik answered at once.
“Oh, I’m much better than that old stick,” Marillion said. “If you have the silver for a song, I’llgladly show you.”
“I might have a copper65 or two, but I’d sooner toss it down a well than pay for your howling,” SerRodrik groused66. His opinion of singers was well known; music was a lovely thing for girls, but hecould not comprehend why any healthy boy would fill his hand with a harp18 when he might have had asword.
“Your grandfather has a sour nature,” Marillion said to Catelyn. “I meant to do you honor. Anhomage to your beauty. In truth, I was made to sing for kings and high lords.”
“Oh, I can see that,” Catelyn said. “Lord Tully is fond of song, I hear. No doubt you’ve been toRiverrun.”
“A hundred times,” the singer said airily. “They keep a chamber67 for me, and the young lord is likea brother.”
Catelyn smiled, wondering what Edmure would think of that. Another singer had once bedded agirl her brother fancied; he had hated the breed ever since. “And Winterfell?” she asked him. “Haveyou traveled north?”
“Why would I?” Marillion asked. “It’s all blizzards68 and bearskins up there, and the Starks knowno music but the howling of wolves.” Distantly, she was aware of the door banging open at the farend of the room.
“Innkeep,” a servant’s voice called out behind her, “we have horses that want stabling, and mylord of Lannister requires a room and a hot bath.”
“Oh, gods,” Ser Rodrik said before Catelyn reached out to silence him, her fingers tightening69 hardaround his forearm.
Masha Heddle was bowing and smiling her hideous70 red smile. “I’m sorry, m’lord, truly, we’re fullup, every room.”
There were four of them, Catelyn saw. An old man in the black of the Night’s Watch, twoservants … and him, standing71 there small and bold as life. “My men will sleep in your stable, and asfor myself, well, I do not require a large room, as you can plainly see.” He flashed a mocking grin.
“So long as the fire’s warm and the straw reasonably free of fleas72, I am a happy man.”
Masha Heddle was beside herself. “M’lord, there’s nothing, it’s the tourney, there’s no help for it,oh …”
Tyrion Lannister pulled a coin from his purse and flicked73 it up over his head, caught it, tossed itagain. Even across the room, where Catelyn sat, the wink74 of gold was unmistakable.
A freerider in a faded blue cloak lurched to his feet. “You’re welcome to my room, m’lord.”
“Now there’s a clever man,” Lannister said as he sent the coin spinning across the room. Thefreerider snatched it from the air. “And a nimble one to boot.” The dwarf75 turned back to MashaHeddle. “You will be able to manage food, I trust?”
“Anything you like, m’lord, anything at all,” the innkeep promised. And may he choke on it,Catelyn thought, but it was Bran she saw choking, drowning on his own blood.
Lannister glanced at the nearest tables. “My men will have whatever you’re serving these people.
Double portions, we’ve had a long hard ride. I’ll take a roast fowl—chicken, duck, pigeon, it makesno matter. And send up a flagon of your best wine. Yoren, will you sup with me?”
“Aye, m’lord, I will,” the black brother replied.
The dwarf had not so much as glanced toward the far end of the room, and Catelyn was thinkinghow grateful she was for the crowded benches between them when suddenly Marillion bounded to hisfeet. “My lord of Lannister!” he called out. “I would be pleased to entertain you while you eat. Letme sing you the lay of your father’s great victory at King’s Landing!”
“Nothing would be more likely to ruin my supper,” the dwarf said dryly. His mismatched eyesconsidered the singer briefly76, started to move away … and found Catelyn. He looked at her for amoment, puzzled. She turned her face away, but too late. The dwarf was smiling. “Lady Stark60, whatan unexpected pleasure,” he said. “I was sorry to miss you at Winterfell.”
Marillion gaped77 at her, confusion giving way to chagrin78 as Catelyn rose slowly to her feet. Sheheard Ser Rodrik curse. If only the man had lingered at the Wall, she thought, if only … “Lady … Stark?” Masha Heddle said thickly.
“I was still Catelyn Tully the last time I bedded here,” she told the innkeep. She could hear themuttering, feel the eyes upon her. Catelyn glanced around the room, at the faces of the knights andsworn swords, and took a deep breath to slow the frantic79 beating of her heart. Did she dare take therisk? There was no time to think it through, only the moment and the sound of her own voice ringingin her ears. “You in the corner,” she said to an older man she had not noticed until now. “Is that theblack bat of Harrenhal I see embroidered80 on your surcoat, ser?”
The man got to his feet. “It is, my lady.”
“And is Lady Whent a true and honest friend to my father, Lord Hoster Tully of Riverrun?”
“She is,” the man replied stoutly81.
Ser Rodrik rose quietly and loosened his sword in its scabbard. The dwarf was blinking at them,blank-faced, with puzzlement in his mismatched eyes.
“The red stallion was ever a welcome sight in Riverrun,” she said to the trio by the fire. “Myfather counts Jonos Bracken among his oldest and most loyal bannermen.”
The three men-at-arms exchanged uncertain looks. “Our lord is honored by his trust,” one of themsaid hesitantly.
“I envy your father all these fine friends,” Lannister quipped, “but I do not quite see the purposeof this, Lady Stark.”
She ignored him, turning to the large party in blue and grey. They were the heart of the matter;there were more than twenty of them. “I know your sigil as well: the twin towers of Frey. How faresyour good lord, sers?”
Their captain rose. “Lord Walder is well, my lady. He plans to take a new wife on his ninetiethname day, and has asked your lord father to honor the wedding with his presence.”
Tyrion Lannister sniggered. That was when Catelyn knew he was hers. “This man came a guestinto my house, and there conspired82 to murder my son, a boy of seven,” she proclaimed to the room atlarge, pointing. Ser Rodrik moved to her side, his sword in hand. “In the name of King Robert and thegood lords you serve, I call upon you to seize him and help me return him to Winterfell to await theking’s justice.”
She did not know what was more satisfying: the sound of a dozen swords drawn83 as one or the lookon Tyrion Lannister’s face.
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| n.铜；铜币；铜器；adj.铜(制)的；(紫)铜色的 | |
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| adj.丑陋的，可憎的，可怕的，恐怖的 | |
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| n.懊恼；气愤；委屈 | |
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| adj.狂乱的，错乱的，激昂的 | |
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