“Robb bid farewell to his queen thrice. Once in the godswood before the heart tree, in the sight of gods and men. The second time beneath the portcullis, where Jeyne sent him forth with a long embrace and a longer kiss. And finally an hour beyond Tumblestone, when the girl came galloping up on a well-lathered horse to plead with her young king to take her along.” —

Catelyn Stark (A Storm of Swords, pg. 620)

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