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about whether to wear his gold armor or his white to this meeting; in the end, he’d chosen a leather jack and a crimson cloak.
    He drew up a yard from Ser Brynden, and inclined his head to the older man. “Kingslayer,” said Tully.
    That he would make that name the first word from his mouth spoke volumes, but Jaime was resolved to keep his temper. “Blackfish,” he responded. “Thank you for coming.”
    â€œI assume you have returned to fulfill the oaths you swore my niece,” Ser Brynden said. “As I recall, you promised Catelyn her daughters in return for your freedom.” His mouth tightened. “Yet I do not see the girls. Where are they?”
    Must he make me say it?
“I do not have them.”
    â€œPity. Do you wish to resume your captivity? Your old cell is still available. We have put fresh rushes on the floor.”
    And a nice new pail for me to shit in, I don’t doubt.
“That was thoughtful of you, ser, but I fear I must decline. I prefer the comforts of my pavilion.”
    â€œWhilst Catelyn enjoys the comforts of her grave.”
    I had no hand in Lady Catelyn’s death,
he might have said,
and her daughters were gone before I reached King’s Landing.
It was on his tongue to speak of Brienne and the sword he’d given her, but the Blackfish was looking at him the way that Eddard Stark had looked at him when he’d found him on the Iron Throne with the Mad King’s blood upon his blade. “I came to speak of the living, not the dead. Of those who need not die, but shall . . .”
    â€œ. . . unless I hand you Riverrun. Is this where you threaten to hang Edmure?” Beneath his bushy brows, Tully’s eyes were stone. “My nephew is marked for death no matter what I do. So hang him and be done with it. I expect that Edmure is as weary of standing on those gallows as I am of seeing him there.”
    Ryman Frey is a bloody fool.
His mummer’s show with Edmure and the gallows had only made the Blackfish more obdurate, that was plain. “You hold Lady Sybelle Westerling and three of her children. I’ll return your nephew in exchange for them.”
    â€œAs you returned Lady Catelyn’s daughters?”
    Jaime did not allow himself to be provoked. “An old woman and three children for your liege lord. That’s a better bargain than you could have hoped for.”
    Ser Brynden smiled a hard smile. “You do not lack for gall, Kingslayer. Bargaining with oathbreakers is like building on quicksand, though. Cat should have known better than to trust the likes of you.”
    It was Tyrion she trusted in,
Jaime almost said.
The Imp deceived her too.
“The promises I made to Lady Catelyn were wrung from me at swordpoint.”
    â€œAnd the oath you swore to Aerys?”
    He felt his phantom fingers twitching. “Aerys is no part of this. Will you exchange the Westerlings for Edmure?”
    â€œNo. My king entrusted his queen to my keeping, and I swore to keep her safe. I will not hand her over to a Frey noose.”
    â€œThe girl has been pardoned. No harm will come to her. You have my word on that.”
    â€œYour word of
honor
?” Ser Brynden raised an eyebrow. “Do you even know what honor is?”
    A horse.
“I will swear any oath that you require.”
    â€œSpare me, Kingslayer.”
    â€œI want to. Strike your banners and open your gates and I’ll grant your men their lives. Those who wish to remain at Riverrun in service to Lord Emmon may do so. The rest shall be free to go where they will, though I will require them to surrender their arms and armor.”
    â€œI wonder, how far will they get, unarmed, before ‘outlaws’ set upon them? You dare not allow them to join Lord Beric, we both know that. And what of me? Will I be paraded through King’s Landing to die like Eddard Stark?”
    â€œI will permit you to take the black. Ned Stark’s bastard is the Lord Commander on the Wall.”
    The Blackfish narrowed his eyes. “Did your father arrange for that as well? Catelyn never trusted the boy, as I recall, no more than she ever trusted Theon Greyjoy. It would seem she was right about them both. No, ser, I think not. I’ll die warm, if you please, with a sword in hand running red with lion blood.”
    â€œTully blood runs just as red,” Jaime reminded him. “If you will not yield the castle, I must storm it. Hundreds will