Кейтилин видит один и тот же сон: бастард Неда правит в Винтерфелле, а Робб – нет

- Edrick! Edrick! Wake up! Damn Council! - A young man with reddish, curly hair, shouting at the whole room, pulling his clothes on himself in the process. - Damn boot! Where did he go? - The guy was outraged by the cursory look at the room. - And you two, like Beth, Cat... let's get out of here. My friend needs to recover. With these words, he grabbed a blond whore by the hair and stole it from his sleeping comrade. She started bellowing in such a way that her screams seemed to be heard far beyond the walls of the brothel...