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“This is folly,” Catelyn said sharply. “Lord Tywin sits at Harrenhal with twenty thousand swords. The remnants of the Kingslayer’s army have regrouped at the Golden Tooth, another Lannister host gathers beneath the shadow of Casterly Rock, and Cersei and her son hold King’s Landing and your precious Iron Throne. You each name yourself king, yet the kingdom bleeds, and no one lifts a sword to defend it but my son.”
Catelyn Stark, A Clash of Kings
He had never seemed more manly to her than he did in that moment. Boys might play with swords, but it took a lord to make a marriage pact, knowing what it meant.
Catelyn Tully, A Game of Thrones
"Girls are not important enough, are they?"
Catelyn Stark, A Clash of Kings
He looks like a Tully, yet he's still his father's son, and Ned taught him well.
Catelyn Tully, A Game of Thrones
Catelyn wanted to run to him, to kiss his sweet brow, to wrap him in her arms and hold him so tightly that he would never come to harm… but here in front of his lords, she dared not. He was playing a man's part now, and she would not take that away from him.
Catelyn Stark, A Game of Thrones
It is no easy thing to wear a crown, especially for a boy of fifteen years.
Catelyn Stark, A Clash of Kings
If Robb was frightened, he gave no sign of it. Catelyn watched her son as he moved among the men, touching one on the shoulder, sharing a jest with another, helping a third to gentle an anxious horse. His armor clinked softly when he moved. Only he head was bare. Catelyn watched a breeze stir his auburn hair, so like her own, and wondered when her son had grown so big. Fifteen, and near as tall as she was.
Let him grow taller, she asked the gods. Let him know sixteen, and twenty, and fifty. Let him grow as tall as his father, and hold his own sons in arms. Please, please, please. As she watched him, this tall young man with the new beard and the direwolf prowling at his heels, all she could see was the babe they had laid at her breast at Riverrun, so long ago.
Catelyn Stark, A Game of Thrones
The words gave her a chill, as they always did. The Stark words.
Catelyn Stark, A Game of Thrones
