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    â€œTo her,” the northman said. “Can it be that my lady has forgotten that you once swore her your service?”
    There was only one woman that the Maid of Tarth had ever sworn to serve. “That cannot be,” she said. “She’s dead.”
    â€œDeath and guest right,” muttered Long Jeyne Heddle. “They don’t mean so much as they used to, neither one.”
    Lady Stoneheart lowered her hood and unwound the grey wool scarf from her face. Her hair was dry and brittle, white as bone. Her brow was mottled green and grey, spotted with the brown blooms of decay. The flesh of her face clung in ragged strips from her eyes down to her jaw. Some of the rips were crusted with dried blood, but others gaped open to reveal the skull beneath.
    Her face,
Brienne thought.
Her face was so strong and handsome, her skin so smooth and soft.
“Lady Catelyn?” Tears filled her eyes. “They said . . . they said that you were dead.”
    â€œShe is,” said Thoros of Myr. “The Freys slashed her throat from ear to ear. When we found her by the river she was three days dead. Harwin begged me to give her the kiss of life, but it had been too long. I would not do it, so Lord Beric put his lips to hers instead, and the flame of life passed from him to her. And . . . she rose. May the Lord of Light protect us. She
rose
.”
    Am I dreaming still?
Brienne wondered.
Is this another nightmare born from Biter’s teeth?
“I never betrayed her. Tell her that. I swear it by the Seven. I swear it by my
sword
.”
    The thing that had been Catelyn Stark took hold of her throat again, fingers pinching at the ghastly long slash in her neck, and choked out more sounds. “Words are wind, she says,” the northman told Brienne. “She says that you must prove your faith.”
    â€œHow?” asked Brienne.
    â€œWith your sword.
Oathkeeper,
you call it? Then keep your oath to her, milady says.”
    â€œWhat does she want of me?”
    â€œShe wants her son alive, or the men who killed him dead,” said the big man. “She wants to feed the crows, like they did at the Red Wedding. Freys and Boltons, aye. We’ll give her those, as many as she likes. All she asks from you is Jaime Lannister.”
    Jaime.
The name was a knife, twisting in her belly. “Lady Catelyn, I . . . you do not understand, Jaime . . . he saved me from being raped when the Bloody Mummers took us, and later he came back for me, he leapt into the bear pit empty-handed . . . I swear to you, he is not the man he was. He sent me after Sansa to keep her safe, he could not have had a part in the Red Wedding.”
    Lady Catelyn’s fingers dug deep into her throat, and the words came rattling out, choked and broken, a stream as cold as ice. The northman said, “She says that you must choose. Take the sword and slay the Kingslayer, or be hanged for a betrayer. The sword or the noose, she says. Choose, she says.
Choose.
”
    Brienne remembered her dream, waiting in her father’s hall for the boy she was to marry. In the dream she had bitten off her tongue.
My mouth was full of blood.
She took a ragged breath and said, “I will not make that choice.”
    There was a long silence. Then Lady Stoneheart spoke again. This time Brienne understood her words. There were only two.
“Hang them,”
she croaked.
    â€œAs you command, m’lady,” said the big man.
    They bound Brienne’s wrists with rope again and led her from the cavern, up a twisting stony path to the surface. It was morning outside, she was surprised to see. Shafts of pale dawn light were slanting through the trees.
So many trees to choose from,
she thought.
They will not need to take us far.
    Nor did they. Beneath a crooked willow, the outlaws slipped a noose about her neck, jerked it tight, and tossed the other end of the rope over a limb. Hyle Hunt and Podrick Payne were given elms. Ser Hyle was shouting that he would kill Jaime Lannister, but the Hound cuffed him across the face and shut him up. He had donned the helm again. “If you got crimes to confess to your gods, this would be the time to say them.”
    â€œPodrick has never harmed you. My father will ransom him. Tarth is called the sapphire isle. Send Podrick with my bones to Evenfall, and you’ll have sapphires, silver, whatever you want.”
    â€œI want my wife and daughter back,” said the Hound.