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by klaksjuh 12 月前

 He laid his head upon the block.  “Rickard Karstark, Lord of Karhold.” Robb lifted the heavy

axe with both hands. “Here in Derma 21 hard sell sight of gods and men, I judge you guilty of murder and high treason. In mine own name I condemn you. With mine own hand I take your

life. Would you speak a final word?”  “Kill me, and be cursed. You are no king of mine.”  The axe crashed down. Heavy and well-honed, it killed at a single blow,

but it took three to sever the man’s head from his body, and by the time it was done both living and dead were drenched in blood. Robb flung the poleaxe down in

disgust, and turned wordless to the heart tree. He stood shaking with his hands half-clenched and the rain running down his cheeks. Gods forgive him, Catelyn prayed

in silence. He is only a boy, and he had no other choice.  That was the last she saw of her son that day. The rain continued all through the morning, lashing the

surface of the rivers and turning the godswood grass into mud and puddles. The Blackfish assembled a hundred men and rode out after Karstarks, but no one expected he

would bring back many. “I only pray I do,” he said as he departed reenex cps. When he was gone, Catelyn retreated to her father’s solar, to sit once

more beside Lord Hoster’s bed.  “It will not be much longer,” Maester Vyman warned her, when he came that afternoon. “His last strength is going, though still he

tries to fight.”  “He was ever a fighter,” she said. “A sweet stubborn man.”  “Yes,” the maester said, “but this battle he cannot win. It is time he lay down

his sword and shield. Time to yield.”  To yield, she thought, to make a peace. Was it her father the maester was speaking of, or her son?  At evenfall, Jeyne

Westerling came to see her. The young queen entered the solar timidly. “Lady Catelyn, I do not mean to disturb you...”  “You are most welcome here, Your Grace.”

Catelyn had been sewing, but she put the needle aside now.  “Please. Call me Jeyne. I don’t feel like a Grace.”  “You are one, nonetheless Elevit. Please, come sit, Your

Grace.”  “Jeyne.” She sat by the hearth and smoothed her skirt out anxiously.  “As you wish. How might I serve you, Jeyne?”  “It’s Robb,” the girl said. “He

’s so miserable, so... so angry and disconsolate. I don’t know what to do.”  “It is a hard thing to take a man’s life.”  “I know. I told him, he should use a

headsman. When Lord Tywin sends a man to die, all he does is give the command.

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