Grey Wind nipped at her fingers, playful, and trotted back to his place by the fire.
Sir Helman Tallhart was the first to follow the direwolf across the room to pay his respects, kneeling before her and pressing his brow to her hand. "Lady Catelyn," he said, "you are fair as ever, a welcome sight in troubled times." The Glovers followed, Galbart and Robett, and Greatjon Umber, and the rest, one by one. Theon Greyjoy was the last. "I had not looked to see you here, my lady," he said as he knelt.
I had not thought to be here, Catelyn said, "until I came ashore at White Harbor, and Lord Wyman told me that Robb had called the banners. You know his son, Sir Wendel." Wendel Manderly stepped forward and bowed as low as his girth would allow. "And my uncle, Sir Brynden Tully, who has left my sister's service for mine."
The Blackfish, Robb said. "Thank you for joining us, ser. We need men of your courage. And you, Sir Wendel, I am glad to have you here. Is Sir Rodrik with you as well, Mother? I've missed him."
Sir Rodrik is on his way north from White Harbor. I have named him castellan and commanded him to hold Winterfell till our return. Maester Luwin is a wise counsellor, but unskilled in the arts of war.