Chapter 10
They are halfway through the feast's second course when the massive doors to the hall are unceremoniously thrown open and in strides Ser Jaime Lannister.
"Father. My lady." He greets them courteously, almost casually, as if he hadn't been heard neither hide nor hair of for almost a whole moon.
"Jaime," replies Lord Tywin impassively. "How was your... venture?"
Jaime cocks a half-smile. "Fruitful," he answers. "The Vale of Arryn is a truly bountiful place."
The Vale? thinks Cat. What was the Kingslayer doing in the Vale?
As if sensing Catelyn's confusion, Jaime almost-smiles again. "My lady, I believe I have found something of yours," he says cryptically, and disappears back into the passageway outside.
Something of mine in the Vale? All she can guess is Lysa.
Jaime returns not a minute later, ushering a girl wearing his less-than-pristine white Kingsguard cloak into the hall. One look at the girl's brown hair and youthful figure puts paid to Catelyn's theory.
Not Lys-
And then the girl lifts her head and Cat forgets about being strong, forgets about the army of Lannisters watching her, forgets that she is anything other than a mother as her hands fly to her face and tears spring to her eyes and she breathes her daughter's name and runs to envelop her in her arms.
Sansa!