Catelyn Ned and the young ladies were eight days gone when Maester Luwin went to her one night in Bran's sickroom, conveying an understanding light and the books of record. “It is past time that we surveyed the figures, my lady,†he said. “You'll need to know how much this illustrious visit cost us.†Catelyn took a gander at Bran in his sickbed and brushed his hair ease off his temple. It had developed long, she understood. She would need to cut it soon. “I have no compelling reason to take a gander at figures, Maester Luwin,†she let him know, never taking her eyes from Bran. “I recognize what the visit cost us. Take the books away.†“My woman, the lord's gathering had sound hungers. We should recharge our stores beforeâ€â€ She cut him off. “I stated, remove the books. The steward will take care of our needs.†“We have no steward,†Maester Luwin reminded her. Like a little dim rodent, she figured, he would not give up. “Poole went south to build up Lord Eddard's family unit at King's Landing.†Catelyn gestured absently. “Oh, yes. I remember.
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