Chapter 36 Chapter Thirty-Five Caitlin

Let the King of Winter sleep in a dark vault underground, Catelyn thought, the people of the Tully family come from the river, and their power dies, and they end up in the river. They put Duke Hoster into a slender wooden boat. The lord was fully armed, wearing shining silver armor, a blue and red striped cloak spread under his body, and a blue and red rippled coat.Beside the head, they put for him a great helmet trimmed with trout of bronze and silver, and made his fingers clasp a long sword of enamelled wood on his chest.Steel gauntlets hid shriveled hands, making them look muscular again.On his left was his usual giant oaken and steel shield, and on his right was a hunting horn.The rest of the ship was filled with driftwood, dry wood, and parchment, as well as stones used for ballast.Flags flew high over the prow, emblazoned with prancing silver trout.

Seven people escort the funeral boat, representing the blessings of the seven gods.The seven included Robb, lord of the Duke of Hoster, the Lords of Bracken, Blackwood, Lord Vance, Lord Merlist, Ser Marq Piper, and... "The Cripple" Lothor Fowler Lei, this person came with the long-awaited answer from the Twin Rivers.Marquis Walder's eldest illegitimate son, Walder River, led forty soldiers as his guards. This grey-haired old man had a serious description and was known for his martial arts skills.Edmure is furious that they arrive just as Lord Hoster is dying. "I'll quarter Walder Frey!" he yelled. "He sends cripples and bastards to insult us!"

"Lord Walder, no doubt, did it on purpose," Catelyn replied. "He's stubborn and petty, and he never forgot his father called him 'Late Lord Frey. We'll have to put up with his bad temper and jealousy heart and arrogance." Thankfully, the son knows the way of the world better than the younger brother.Robb entertained Frey and his party politely and thoughtfully, went to the barracks to arrange accommodation for the opposing soldiers, and quietly instructed Sir Desmond Greer to give Rosso the place of honor for the funeral.My child, you have finally learned a little wisdom beyond your years.House Frey had betrayed the cause of the King in the North, but the Lords of the Ferry were the most powerful lords at Riverrun anyway, and Lothor was their representative.

The seven silently lifted Duke Horst's funeral boat down the steps to the shallow water, while the winch slowly raised the iron gate in front of it.Lothor Frey was fat and fat, panting as he pushed the boat into the water.Jason Mallister and Tytos Blackwood stood at the bow of the boat, left and right, standing chest deep in the water, leading the ship. Catelyn watched from the sandstone battlements, waiting, as she had waited a thousand times before.Under the city wall, the swift and turbulent Tengshi River is like a sharp spear, piercing into the broad Hongcha River. The light blue rapids and the turbid reddish brown river collide and merge with each other.The morning mist spread over the river, as light as a cobweb, as light as a memory.

Bran and Rickon are waiting for you there, Father, Catelyn thought sadly, as I have been waiting for you. The slender wooden boat floats through the arched red stone water gate, rides the rapids of the Tengshi River, gradually accelerates, and goes straight to the noisy confluence of the river.When it reappeared beyond the high walls of the castle, the squaresails were full of wind, and the sun shone on my father's helmet.The boat sailed steadily, and brought Lord Hoster Tully peacefully to the middle of the river, facing the rising sun. "Quick!" Uncle urged.Next to him, Edmure's younger brother—now the Duke of Riverrun, but when will he grow up? When will he bear the burden?—hurries to nock his arrows to his bow, and his squire ignites them with a branding iron.Edmure waited for a while, then raised the huge bow, pulled the arrow to his ear, and released it with a "whoosh".With a deep sound, the flying arrow soared into the sky, taking Caitlin's eyes and mind away, but finally landed gently on the stern of the ship, far away from the target.

Edmure cursed softly, "Damn the wind," he set up a second arrow, "Again." The iron ignited the oilcloth wrapped in the arrowhead, and the flame flickered, and his brother raised the bow, pulled the string, and released it again.This time it flew high and far, too far, and entered the water more than ten yards before the bow, and the flames went out immediately.A blush crept up around Edmure's neck, the same color as his beard. "Again," he ordered, drawing a third arrow from the quiver.He's so tense, he's stretched like a bowstring, Catelyn thought. Ser Brynden noticed it too. "Let me come, my lord," he begged.

"I can do it," Edmure insisted.He lit the arrow again, raised the bow, took a deep breath, and drew the string fully.This time he aimed for a long time, until the flame burned the arrow, climbed up the arrow shaft, and made a crackling sound, and finally fired.Climbing like an arrow, climbing, climbing, and then arcing down, down, down... a little bit over the swaying ship. It was a little short, less than a palm's width, but it did miss. "Damn it!" the younger brother cursed loudly.The boat was already out of range, flickering in the river mist.Edmure handed the bow to his uncle without a word.

"Yes," said Ser Brynden.He set up the arrow and firmly placed it on the soldering iron. Before Caitlin could confirm whether the arrow was lit, he raised the bow and shot it quickly... When the arrow flew into the air, she saw flames traced out like a pale orange pennant .The ship in front has disappeared into the blur, and the falling feather arrow disappeared immediately... But after a heartbeat, it suddenly rose like hope, and red flowers bloomed violently.Burning sails turned the mist pink and orange, and Catelyn saw the silhouettes of ships, writhing and shrinking in the dance of fire.

Did you wait for me, little Kate? Father said softly. Caitlin involuntarily reached out to grab her younger brother, but Edmure had already walked away, standing silently on the highest point of the castle.On her arm was Uncle Brynden, with his strong fingers.They stood side by side, watching the flames die down, and the burning ship was no longer visible, completely gone... ...Maybe it's still drifting, maybe it's cracked and sunk.All in all, Lord Hoster's armor will bring his body to rest in the soft mud at the bottom of the river. In the underwater palace, members of the Tully family gather eternally, and all kinds of fish are their subjects.

At this time, Edmure left in a hurry.Catelyn wanted to hug him, and sit with her brother and plead all day about the dead and mourning, but she knew the time was wrong: his brother was Lord of Riverrun now, and knights and lords would mourn him and swear allegiance to him, How can I have time to spend time with my sad sister? Edmure listened quietly to people's language without saying a word, "It's not worth being ashamed to miss once in a while," his uncle told her softly, "Edmure should understand that even Horst missed when my lord father left." "Father only missed the first arrow," Catelyn was too young to remember, but Lord Hoster used to mention the old story. "The second hit the sail," she sighed.Edmure is not as strong as he appears on the outside. Although his father is dying, he still has difficulty accepting the reality at this moment.

Last night, after getting drunk, he had a nervous breakdown, wept bitterly, regretting what he didn't do and what he didn't say.He told her tearfully that instead of meeting the Lannisters at the Ferry, he should stay at her father's bedside. "I'm supposed to be like you, I'm supposed to be with him," he cries. "Did he mention me at the end? Tell me the truth, Kate, did he ask me?" When Duke Hoster was dying, he only said "tansy", but Caitlin couldn't bear to tell the truth to his brother. "He whispered your name and passed away." She lied, and her brother nodded gratefully and kissed her hand.If he wasn't wallowing in grief and guilt, he would have shot it, she told herself reluctantly, not wanting to think about it. The Black Fish accompanied him down the battlements, to where Robb and the lords were gathered, and the young queen was beside the king.The son saw her and took her hand silently. "Duke Hoster is as noble as a king," Janey whispered, "I wish I had the opportunity to accompany him." "Me too," Robb agreed. "It was his wish as well," said Catelyn, "but it's a pity that Winterfell and Riverrun are separated by thousands of miles." Yes, there are countless mountains, rivers and armies between the Eyrie and Riverrun. Sha has not heard a single word so far. King's Landing didn't respond either.According to the time calculation, Brienne and Sir Cleo should have escorted the captives to the capital, perhaps Brienne is returning with her daughters at this moment.But... Sir Creo swore that once the little devil keeps his promise and releases Sansa, he will send the crow back to report. He has sworn! No, the crow may not be able to pass through smoothly, maybe it will be shot down by the bandits and roasted for dinner ; perhaps the letter with which her heart cared lies now in the ashes of the campfire, with the bones of the crow. The princes came forward one by one to express their condolences to Robb, and Catelyn stood patiently aside.Lord Jason Mallister, the Greatjon, Ser Rover Spicer... and then Lothor Frey.She tugged at her son's sleeve quickly, and Robb listened intently to what he had to say. "Your Majesty," the fat Lothor Frey is in his thirties, with close-set eyes, a pointed beard, and black curly hair falling to his shoulders. He was born with a distorted leg, so he was named "Lame Rosso" .As an adult, he has served as his father's steward for more than ten years. "At this time of national mourning, I would rather not disturb your thoughts. Perhaps . . . could an interview be arranged tonight?" "That's a good proposition," Robb said. "We should have nothing against each other." "It's my wish too," said Queen Jane. Rosso Frey smiled and said: "Your Majesty, my father and I understand your feelings very well. My father specially asked me to tell you that he was once young and was fascinated by the beauty of young girls." Caitlin very much doubted that Marquis Walder would say such a thing.Fascinated by the beauty of maidens? The Lord of the Ferry has married seven times and is now the eighth. He has always regarded women as animals that can warm beds and bear children.But in any case, the other party's speech was extremely decent, and neither she nor Robb could fault it. "Your father is too lenient," said the king. "I look forward to meeting with you." Rosso bowed and kissed the queen's hand before stepping back, and then a dozen or so people stepped forward to pay tribute.Robb answered one by one, depending on the situation, or expressed his gratitude, or smiled and encouraged.When the crowd cleared, he turned to Caitlin, "We need to talk about something, can you walk with me for a while?" "Yes, Your Majesty." "It's not an order, Mother." "Well, I would." Back at Riverrun, his son was kinder to her than ever, but he was never alone with her.I can't fault him for his desire to be with the young queen.Jenny gave him laughter, and from me he got nothing but sadness.He seemed fond of his wife's brothers, too, and young Loram was his squire, and Ser Leonard his standard bearer.He made them both in place of his lost brother, Catelyn thought quietly, looking at her son.Loram is like the rebirth of Bran, and Leonard is the intersection of Theon and Jon Snow.Only when he was with the Westerlings did Robb laugh and be the same kid again.In front of others, he will always be the King of the North, silently bearing the weight of the harsh crown. The king kissed the queen tenderly, promised to meet her in her bedroom, and walked with his mother to the godswood.He strolled for a while before opening his mouth: "Rosso seems to be a reasonable person, a good sign, gods, we really need the Frey family." "The difficulty of negotiating cannot be underestimated." The son nodded, his somber expression and slumped shoulders broke the mother's heart.The crown crushed him, Catelyn thought. All he wanted was to be a good king, brave and quick-witted and honorable at all times, but it was too much for a child.Robb did everything he could, but the blows came one after another, each more merciless than the last.A while ago, there was news of the battle in Duskendale, and when he learned that Randall Tarly had defeated Robert Glover and Ser Herman Tallhart, he almost lost his temper.He quickly controlled himself and read the letter again with numbness and distrust. "Durkendale City? Duskendale City by the Narrow Sea? What are they going there for?" The king shook his head in bewilderment. "A third of our infantry was buried in this Duskdale City?" "The ironmen have taken my castle, and the Lannisters have taken my brother," said Galbert Glover, low and hopeless.Robert Glover is reported to have retreated with his army, but was ambushed and taken prisoner on the King's Road. "Please rest assured," her son promised, "I will offer to exchange Martin Lannister for your brother. Considering my brother, Duke Tywin will not refuse." William, whom Lord Tucker killed, was a twin brother.Caitlin knew that the murder haunted her son to this day, and he had tripled the guards around Martin, still uneasy. "I should have heeded your advice and traded Kingslayer for Sansa," said Robb as they walked down the corridor, "so that my sister could be married to Rider of the Blossoms or Vilas Tyrell and married to Highgarden." Allied. I really... really didn't think about it at the time." "At that time, you had to think about the war, and that was your responsibility. No matter how good the king is, it is impossible for him to do everything." "War," Robb murmured as he led his mother into the woods. "I win every battle, but I can't win this one." He looked up into the sky and sighed, as if the answer were written in the air. "The ironborn took Winterfell and Moat Cailin, and father, Bran, Rickon, and perhaps Arya, are dead. And now your father is dead, too." She couldn't let him down, she had had enough of it herself. "My father was a dying man long ago, and that has nothing to do with you. Robb, you have made mistakes, but is there any king who is infallible? I believe Ned would be proud of you if he knew." "Mother, there is something I must tell you." Caitlin's heart tightened suddenly.What is he afraid to tell me? What can't he tell me? It must be about Brienne's mission! "What happened to the Kingslayer?" "No, it was Sansa who had the accident." She's dead... Catelyn felt a boundless despair, Brienne failed, Jaime died, Cersei took revenge on us and killed my beloved daughter.She couldn't say anything. "Is she... is she gone too, Robb?" "Gone?" the son seemed surprised. "You mean, she's dead? Oh, mother, no, it's not like that, they didn't hurt her, it's just, just... a raven came last night, I dare not tell you from above until your father rests." Robb took her hands, "They married their sister to Tyrion Lannister." Caitlin's fingers snapped together, "Marry a little devil?" "right." "But he swore he would trade Sansa for his brother," she said numbly, "and if he finds Arya, he will give it back too. For his precious Jaime, he swore before all courts and warriors that gods and men would Can testify, how can you do such a thing now?" "He's the brother of a kingslayer, born treacherous." Robb ran his finger across the hilt of his sword. "I'll cut off his ugly head so that Sansa, widowed, can have Freedom, there is no other way. They...they made her wear the red cloak of House Lannister from the vows she swore before the septons." Catelyn clearly remembered the misshapen dwarf she caught at the Inn at the Crossroads, and the treacherous journey to the Eyrie, "I should have asked Lysa to push him out of the Moon Gate. My poor good Sansa... how Someone will do this to her!" "They're for Winterfell," Robb answered. "Sansa is my heir when Bran and Rickon die. In case anything happens to me..." She grabbed his hand violently. "You'll be all right, no! . . . or I can't stand it. They've taken Ned, they've taken your lovely brothers. Sansa's married, Arya's gone, her father's dead . . . and now I only have you, Robb, if you want anything, I will go crazy! You are the only blood in the north!" "I'm not dead yet, Mother." After listening to her son's comfort, Caitlin was extremely panicked, "Battles don't have to be fought until the last drop of blood is shed," she noticed the despair in her tone, "There have been precedents for the king to bow his knees, even Stark The family did the same." The son pursed his mouth, "No, I will never." "There is nothing to be ashamed of. Balon Greyjoy bowed to Robert, you know, when the rebellion failed, and Torrhen Stark bowed to Aegon the Conqueror when he could not win." "Aegon didn't murder King Torrhen's father," he pulled his hand away. "I'm not like them. As I said, I will never submit." He was that stubborn kid again, no longer playing the role of king. "Listen, the Lannisters have no ambitions for the North, they want surrender and hostages... The imp has Sansa right now, so we've already given the hostages, and all we need to do is surrender. I tell you, Ironborn It's hard to deal with. If they want to keep the North, their only chance is to completely sever the Stark blood. Theon killed Bran and Rickon, and now the Greyjoys are targeting you... and Jeyne .Do you think Lord Balon will allow her to bear you an heir?" Robb looked cold, "You let the Kingslayer go just for this? To please the Lannisters?" "I let Jaime go for the lives of Sansa and... Arya, you know that. But if it's peace, why not?" "Of course not," said the king. "The Lannisters murdered my father." "You think I've forgotten your father's hatred?" "I don't know, really, I don't know." Caitlin had never hit her own child, but this time she almost slapped Robb out of anger. Thinking of the fear and loneliness her son faced day and night, she managed to control her inner anger. "You are the king of the North, and everything is up to you. I just ask you to think about what I just said. The singers praise the heroic and dedicated monarch, but your life is definitely more precious than a hymn, at least for me, for this once To the one who gave you life," she bowed her head, "may I leave, Your Majesty?" "Please," he turned his head away and drew out his sword.She didn't know what he wanted to do, there were no enemies here, no war, only mother and son, big trees and fallen leaves.There were battles where swords were useless, Catelyn wanted to tell her son, but she doubted the king would listen to such words. Hours later, while Catelyn was still sewing in her bedroom, little Loram Westerling came to announce that she was having supper with the King.Gods bless, she thought with relief, she was afraid her son would refuse to see her after the quarrels of the day. "You are a dutiful squire," she said solemnly to Loram.Bran will do better than you. During the dinner, Robb looked indifferent, Edmure looked sullen, and only the crippled Rosso was active.He recalled the past of the Duke of Hoster with warmth, mourned Bran and Rickon gracefully, praised Edmure's martial arts at Stone Mill, and sincerely thanked Robb for his work at Rika. "Swift and strong sanctions" in the case of de Karstark.Rosso's illegitimate brother, Walder Rivers, was very quiet. This grim and surly old man inherited Lord Walder's suspicious face. He said nothing, and only focused on the food and wine in front of him. superior. When the idle talk was over, the queen and the Westerlings took their leave, and then the servants cleared away the food and tableware, and Lothor Frey cleared his throat. "Before we get down to business, I have some news," he said seriously, "I'm afraid...it's bad news. I don't want to bring it to you, but I must tell you the truth. The thing is, my lord father has just received to a letter from his grandson." Catelyn was so absorbed in her own grief that she almost forgot about the two Frey children she had promised to adopt.No, she thought, Our Lady of Mercy, don't hit us any more.For some reason, she knew that the next sentence she heard would be another sharp sword piercing her heart. "From his grandson at Winterfell?" she forced herself to ask. "From my adopted son?" "Yes, it is from the two Walders. Madam, they are now in the Dreadfort. I am sorry to inform you that there was a battle in Winterfell, and the whole city has been burned." "Burn?" Robb asked in disbelief. "Your northern lords attempted to retake the castle from the ironmen, and Theon Greyjoy, seeing that he was defeated, set it ablaze." "We have not had any reports of combat," said Sir Brynden. "Sir, my nephews are not blind though they are young. The letter was written by Big Walder and signed by his cousin. According to them, the whole battle was terrible. Your castellan Died in the line of duty - he seems to be called Ser Rodrik, isn't he?" "Ser Rodrik Cassel," Catelyn said numbly.Lovely, brave and loyal old man.She seemed to see him right in front of her eyes, lightly twirling her snow-white beard that stood up like bushes. "What about the rest?" "Well...the ironborn committed a massacre." Robb turned his head away wordlessly, and slammed his fist on the table in fury.The two Foyles did not see his tears. His mother found out.The world is getting darker every day.Catelyn thought of Bess, Ser Rodrik's youngest daughter, of the indefatigable Maester Luwin, of the jovial Chailsut, of Mikken the blacksmith, of Fran and Para in the menagerie, of Old Nan and the simple Hodor.Her heart couldn't bear it. "Oh, oh, they're all dead?" "No," said the crippled Rosso. "Women and children were spared, and my two nephews were among them. Now that Winterfell is in ruins, Lord Bolton's son has brought everyone to the Dreadfort for a temporary stay." "Bolton's son?" Robb was alarmed. This time it was Walder Hewen who spoke: "I heard he is an illegitimate child." "Could it be Ramsay Snow? Lord Roose has other illegitimate children?" Robb looked displeased. "This Ramsay was vicious by nature, did a lot of evil, and died like a coward—at least I That's what I heard." "The specific situation is unclear. In the midst of the war, there will inevitably be chaos and conflicting news. But I can tell you that my nephews claim that it was Lord Bolton, the illegitimate son, who saved the women and children of Winterfell, and the castle survived." The people of the Dreadfort are all safe now." "Theon," Robb called suddenly, "where's Theon Greyjoy? Is he dead?" The lame Rosso spread his hands, "I don't know about it, Your Majesty, the two Walders didn't mention him. Maybe there is news from Lord Bolton, and his son should report it to him in detail." "We will ask later," Ser Brynden said. "I'm really sorry, it's not my intention to bring you such terrible news. Maybe... we can talk about it tomorrow, and things can wait until you sort yourself out..." "That's all right," said the king, "let's talk about business first." Younger brother Edmure nodded, "Not bad, so as not to have long nights and dreams. My lord, have you brought your reply?" "Yes," Rosso smiled, "My lord father sent me to meet His Majesty as a representative, and officially announced that he agreed to accept a new marriage alliance to clear up the previous misunderstanding, and then he will renew his oath of allegiance to the King of the North." There is only one condition: Your Majesty, you must personally apologize to my father for offending the Frey family." An apology was a small price to pay, but Catelyn loathed Lord Walder's complacency. "I am very happy," Robb replied cautiously. "Losso, it was not my intention to cause a rift. The Frey family has always served the kingdom loyally. I am very pleased to have your assistance again." "You are so generous, Your Majesty. Now that you have agreed to the terms, it is my turn to introduce my sister, Miss Roslin, to the Duke of Tully. She is a sixteen-year-old daughter, the sixth of my lord father. Lady, born of Bethany of House Rosby, gentle and melodious." Edmure moved on the chair, "Uh... can I have a meeting with her—" "On the day you get married, you will meet the bride," Walder Rivers said briefly. "Doesn't Duke Tully want to calculate her tooth age first?" Edmure suppressed his anger, "Of course not, but if it's convenient, I want to see what my fiancée looks like." "You must accept it now, my lord," Walder River refused to budge, "otherwise it will be regarded as a refusal." The lame Rosso spread his hands again, "Don't blame me, my lord. My brother is a military officer. He speaks bluntly, but what he said is true. My lord father means that the wedding must be held immediately." "Immediately?" Edmure was displeased, and Catelyn could not help worrying that once the war was over, he would abandon his future wife as soon as possible. "Has Lord Walder forgotten that we are still at war?" Blackfish Brynden pointed out sharply. "He didn't forget," Rosso said, "and because he didn't forget, he demanded that the wedding be held immediately. Sir, you know that war kills people, even the young and powerful. If Lord Edmure is with the Before Roslin got married, something went wrong. What about our covenant? Besides, my father’s days were numbered. He was over ninety years old, and he was afraid that he would not be able to wait for the victory of this war. Before being summoned by the gods, seeing his beloved little Roslin had something to rely on must have given him peace of mind. Knowing that, he would smile and see that his daughter has a good husband who loves and protects her. " We all hope that Lord Walder will smile at Jiuquan early, and Catelyn is getting more and more uneasy about this arrangement. "My brother just lost his father and needs time to mourn and recover." "Roslin is a happy girl," said Rosso. "Considering Lord Edmure's current situation, she will be the best companion." "My father's had enough of never-ending engagements," snapped 'Ward the Bastard'. "You know why?" Robb glanced at the other party coldly, "I know very well, He Wen. Now, I'm sorry, can you please avoid it for a while?" "I obey, Your Majesty." The lame Rosso got up, and staggered out of the room with the help of his illegitimate brother. As soon as the Freys left the door, Edmure flew into a rage, "They think my promise is worthless! Why should this old fox pick a wife for me? Lord Walder has many daughters, and there are many grown-ups." Qun’s granddaughter, when he promised you to marry him, he allowed you to choose by yourself. I am his lord! He should feel extremely honored to choose whichever I choose!” "He was a proud man, and we hurt him," Kaitlyn said. "The White Walker cares about his pride! I don't want to be disgraced in my own halls, and my answer is simple: No!" Robb looked at his uncle wearily. "In this matter, I will not give orders. It is up to you. But you have to remember that if you refuse, Lord Frey will take it as another insult, and we will go back to you." There is no longer any chance of getting his help." "You don't understand," insisted Edmure, "that since the day I was born, Walder Frey has tried every means to get me to marry his daughter, and this time he will never let the opportunity pass. Let Rosso Take my reply to see him, and he will definitely come again...until I agree to choose by myself." "You may be right, but it will take time," Blackfish Brynden said, "Can we wait? Can we wait for Rosso to run back and forth like this?" Robb clenched his hands into fists, "I must return to the North as soon as possible. My brother was murdered, the castle was burned, and the people were slaughtered... The gods have eyes, who knows whether Bolton's bastard is good or bad? Theon · What happened to Greyjoy? I can't sit here and wait for a wedding to be confirmed when I don't know when." "Must be sure at once," said Catelyn reluctantly, "brother, I am as incapable of taking Walder Frey's insults and complaints as you are, but we have no choice. Without this marriage, Robb's The cause is bound to fail. Edmure, we must agree to his terms." "Must?" Duke Tully said irritably, "Kate, you won't agree to be the ninth Lady Frey!" "As far as I know, Foyle's eighth wife is alive and well," she replied.Thank goodness, if this is not the case, God knows whether Marquis Walder will make such an unreasonable request. Heiyu helped her out: "Nephew, you know, in the Seven Kingdoms, no one is more worthy than me to persuade the marriage. But no matter what, I think you have to make an offer to the king for the sake of the Battle of the Ferry. A little compensation." "Compensation? I have a lot of ideas, for example, duel with the Kingslayer? Join the beggars to practice for seven years? Swim in the sea of ​​​​the setting sun with your thighs tied?" No one laughed, and the younger brother finally conceded, "Damn it, White Walker Take you all! Fine, fine, I'll marry the bitch as compensation."