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ed her hair into her eyes。 From time to time the steps doubled back on themselves； and she could see Stone below them； and the Gates of the Moon farther down； its torches no brighter than candles。
Snow was smaller than Stone； a single fortified tower and a timber keep and stable hidden behind a low wall of unmortared rock。 Yet it nestled against the Giant's Lance in such a way as to mand the entire stone stair above the lower waycastle。 An enemy intent on the Eyrie would have to fight his way from Stone step by step； while rocks and arrows rained down from Snow above。 The mander； an anxious young knight with a pockmarked face； offered bread and cheese and the chance to warm themselves before his fire； but Mya declined。 〃We ought to keep going； my lady；〃 she said。 〃If it please you。〃 Catelyn nodded。
Again they were given fresh mules。 Hers was white。 Mya smiled when she saw him。 〃Whitey's a good one； my lady。 Sure of foot； even on ice； but you need to be careful。 He'll kick if he doesn't like you。〃
The white mule seemed to like Catelyn； there was no kicking； thank the gods。 There was no ice either； and she was grateful for that as well。 〃My mother says that hundreds of years ago； this was where the snow began；〃 Mya told her。 〃It was always white above here； and the ice never melted。〃 She shrugged。 〃I can't remember ever seeing snow this far down the mountain； but maybe it was that way once； in the olden times。〃
So young； Catelyn thought； trying to remember if she had ever been like that。 The girl had lived half her life in summer； and that was all she knew。 Winter is ing； child； she wanted to tell her。 The words were on her lips； she almost said them。 Perhaps she was being a Stark at last。
Above Snow； the wind was a living thing； howling around them like a wolf in the waste； then falling off to nothing as if to lure them into placency。 The stars seemed brighter up here； so close that she could almost touch them； and the horned moon was huge in the clear black sky。 As they climbed； Catelyn found it was better to look up than down。 The steps were cracked and broken from centuries of freeze and thaw and the tread of countless mules； and even in the dark the heights put her heart in her throat。 When they came to a high saddle between two spires of rock； Mya dismounted。 〃It's best to lead the mules over；〃 she said。 〃The wind can be a little scary here； my lady。〃
Catelyn climbed stiffly from the shadows and looked at the path ahead； twenty feet long and close to three feet wide； but with a precipitous drop to either side。 She could hear the wind shrieking。 Mya stepped lightly out； her mule following as calmly as if they were crossing a bailey。 It was her turn。 Yet no sooner had she taken her first step than fear caught Catelyn in its jaws。 She could feel the emptiness； the vast black gulfs of air that yawned around her。 She stopped； trembling； afraid to move。 The wind screamed at her and wrenched at her cloak； trying to pull her over the edge。 Catelyn edged her foot backward； the most timid of steps； but the mule was behind her； and she could not retreat。 I am going to die here； she thought。 She could feel cold sweat trickling down her back。
〃Lady Stark；〃 Mya called across the gulf。 The girl sounded a thousand leagues away。 〃Are you well？〃
Catelyn Tully Stark swallowed what remained of her pride。 〃I 。 。 。 I cannot do this； child；〃 she called out。
〃Yes you can；〃 the bastard girl said。 〃I know you can。 Look how wide the path is。〃
〃I don't want to look。〃 The world seemed to be spinning around her； mountain and sky and mules； whirling like a child's top。 Catelyn closed her eyes to steady her ragged breathing。
〃I'll e back for you；〃 Mya said。 〃Don't move； my lady。〃
Moving was about the last thing Catelyn was about to do。 She listened to the skirling of the wind and the scuffling sound of leather on stone。 Then Mya was there； taking her gently by the arm。 〃Keep your eyes closed if you like。 Let go of the rope now； Whitey will take care of himself。 Very good； my lady。 I'll lead you over； it's easy； you'll see。 Give me a step now。 That's it； move your foot； just slide it forward。 See。 Now another。 Easy。 You could run across。 Another one； go on。 Yes。〃 And so； foot by foot； step by step； the bastard girl led Catelyn across； blind and trembling； while the white mule followed placidly behind them。
The waycastle called Sky was no more than a high； crescent…shaped wall of unmortared stone raised against the side of the mountain； but even the topless towers of Valyria could not have looked more beautiful to Catelyn Stark。 Here at last the snow crown began； Sky's weathered stones were rimed with frost； and long spears of ice hung from the slopes above。
Dawn was breaking in the east as Mya Stone hallooed for the guards； and the gates opened before them。 Inside the walls there was only a series of ramps and a great tumble of boulders and stones of all sizes。 No doubt it would be the easiest thing in the world to begin an avalanche from here。 A mouth yawned in the rock face in front of them。 〃The stables and barracks are in there；〃 Mya said。 〃The last part is inside the mountain。 It can be a little dark； but at least you're out of the wind。 This is as far as the mules can go。 Past here； well； it's a sort of chimney； more like a stone ladder than proper steps； but it's not too bad。 Another hour and we'll be there。〃
Catelyn looked up。 Directly overhead； pale in the dawn light； she could see the foundations of the Eyrie。 It could not be more than six hundred feet above them。 From below it looked like a small white honeyb。 She remembered what her uncle had said of baskets and winches。 〃The Lannisters may have their pride；〃 she told Mya； 〃but the Tullys are born with better sense。 I have ridden all day and the best part of a night。 Tell them to lower a basket。 I shall ride with the turnips。〃
The sun was well above the mountains by the time Catelyn Stark finally reached the Eyrie。 A stocky； silver…haired man in a sky…blue cloak and hammered moon…and…falcon breastplate helped her from the basket； Ser Vardis Egen； captain of Jon Arryn's household guard。 Beside him stood Maester Colemon； thin and nervous； with too little hair and too much neck。 〃Lady Stark；〃 Ser Vardis said； 〃the pleasure is as great as it is unanticipated。〃 Maester Colemon bobbed his head in agreement。 〃Indeed it is； my lady； indeed it is。 I have sent word to your sister。 She left orders to be awakened the instant you arrived。〃
〃I hope she had a good night's rest；〃 Catelyn said with a certain bite in her tone that seemed to go unnoticed。
The men escorted her from the winch room up a spiral stair。 The Eyrie was a small castle by the standards of the great houses； seven slender white towers bunched as tightly as arrows in a quiver on a shoulder of the great mountain。 It had no need of stables nor smithys nor kennels； but Ned said its granary was as large as Winterfell's； and its towers could house five hundred men。 Yet it seemed strangely deserted to Catelyn as she passed through it； its pale stone halls echoing and empty。
Lysa was waiting alone in her solar； still clad in her bed robes。 Her long auburn hair tumbled unbound across bare white sh