"Lysa, as your sister I beg of you not to do this!"

"As your sister I thought you would understand why I would want to," Lysa Arryn replied sharply.

Catelyn threw her arms up in despair, "If what the Imp is accused of is true, then I would gladly allow you to do this, but we simply do not know."

Lysa stood abruptly from her throne, "for once use your brain, sister! Of course the halfman is responsible for this all. Who else would even dare attempt it?"

"I'm not saying he was not at all responsible for it, Lysa, I'm just saying that to kill him would be a grave mistake we would all suffer for," Catelyn reasoned.

"Oh?" Catelyn's sister exclaimed in exaggeration, "and how do I come into all of this?"

Catelyn sighed in defeat. There was simply no logical reasoning with her sister. Ever since her husband had died an untimely death in King's Landing, Lysa Arryn had been acting incredibly paranoid and stubborn.

Lysa lowered her voice finally, "I know you are a Stark now, Sister, but do not let their stubborn honor get in the way of what must be done."

Catelyn's eyes widened and her face went darker, "you think me being a Stark has anything to do with this? If you kill Tyrion Lannister, we will all be held responsible for it."

Lysa was clearly growing impatient and tiring of this conversation, "Catelyn, I do not wish to speak on this matter further. Remove yourself from this matter and leave the treacherous halfman to my justice."

She is impossible to reason with!

Catelyn took a deep breath and collected herself, "if you do this, Lysa, there will be nothing to stop the Lannisters from seeking vengeance, I swear to you."

Lysa shrugged casually, "so let them seek it, because they will not have it. The Eyrie will never fall."

Catelyn gave it one last try, "please, Lysa, you must not do this!"

Lysa sat back down on her throne and crossed her arms across her chest, giving her final, adamant decision, "no, Catelyn, he will not be spared."

"So be it, then," Catelyn responded quietly, turning and walking away from the throne and her sister without her leave.

If Tyrion Lannister dies, the chances are, my family will to.

After inquiring about Tyrion Lannister's location to several of Lysa's more talkative castle guards, Catelyn discovered that the Imp that was being held in one of the skycells in the Eyrie dungeon. After slipping a small sack of gold to the gaoler, Mord, Catelyn was allowed to pass into Tyrion's cell untroubled. As she entered, the Lannister Imp looked up from his gazing out of the missing fourth wall.

"Lady Catelyn, what a pleasant surprise!"

Catelyn stood by the wall, eyeing him suspiciously, trying to figure out the truth of the accusations.

Tyrion continued, "Come to gloat, have you? Fitting, it would seem, such a small man like me with such a great, large view before me."

"Quiet your sarcasm, Lannister. If you knew what fate you were to have, I think you would be talking to me differently," before waiting for Tyrion to answer, Catelyn continued, "my sister means to have you killed for your accused crimes."

Tyrion did not seem much surprised, "well, you certainly are the bringer of good news and hope, Lady Catelyn."

Catelyn turned to make sure the door was closed and Mord was out of earshot before moving closer to Tyrion and saying in a quite tone, "I mean for you to escape the Eyrie, Tyrion Lannister."