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Episode 153: A STORM OF SWORDS, CATELYN I: "The Lost and the Dead" SHOW NOTES!

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Welcome to the one hundred and fifty-third episode of the Not A Cast, titled: “The Lost and the Dead: An Analysis of ASOS, Catelyn I” in which, at last, we come to the darkest, lowest place Catelyn will ever be in ASOIAF. This is rock-bottom, and that means she can only go up from here.

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Question

Ser Snark Knight, a Sworn Sword patron, asks:

Your Graces,

While I have read the essay, listened to the bonus episodes, and watched the discussion with Joe the Magician, one part of the Eldritch Apocalypse theory I haven't absorbed yet is, how does it end?  The Tyrells suffer the Worf Effect, knocked out to show the threat, Oldtown is reduced to a sandcastle in high tide, Euron gives the horn a toot to bring the wall down, maybe he takes a dragon off the board or has a psychic confrontation with Bran.  But then what do you think happens?  In Cosmic Horror the person summoning the eldritch abomination is always the first devoured.  Or does he go out mewling and pathetic like Harold in The Stand?  Nothing ever ends but Euron seems destined to end sooner than others, maybe our final human antagonist in the saga.

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But enough about patreon. When we last checked in with Catelyn Stark, she had learned that Bran and Rickon were “dead” and then, in a unambiguously heroic act without any downsides or consequences, she freed Jaime Lannister from Riverrun in hopes that she’d be able to get Sansa and Arya back from the Lannisters. Let’s find out how this all goes exactly to plan in this synopsis of ASOS, Catelyn I!

Synopsis

Ser Desmond Grell had served House Tully all his life. He had been a squire when Catelyn was born, a knight when she learned to walk and ride and swim, master-at-arms by the day that she was wed. He had seen Lord Hoster's little Cat become a young woman, a great lord's lady, mother to a king. And now he has seen me become a traitor as well.

Obviously, this is the lowest point  for Catelyn Stark, and things can only improve from here on out in A Storm of Swords, right? RIGHT?

Catelyn thinks about how Edmure named Ser Desmond Grell castellan which meant that he had to deal with Catelyn’s criminality. Desmond had brought Utherydes Wayn with him to ease the burden of having to confront Catelyn. But these men were disgraced by Catelyn’s conduct. Desmond Grell comforts Catelyn over the loss of her sons, and that’s totally why Catelyn released Jaime, right?

"I understood what I was doing and knew it was treasonous. If you fail to punish me, men will believe that we connived together to free Jaime Lannister. It was mine own act and mine alone, and I alone must answer for it. Put me in the Kingslayer's empty irons, and I will wear them proudly, if that is how it must be."
"Fetters?" The very word seemed to shock poor Ser Desmond. "For the king's mother, my lord's own daughter? Impossible."
"Mayhaps," said the steward Utherydes Wayn, "my lady would consent to be confined to her chambers until Ser Edmure returns. A time alone, to pray for her murdered sons?"
"Confined, aye," Ser Desmond said. "Confined to a tower cell, that would serve."
"If I am to be confined, let it be in my father's chambers, so I might comfort him in his last days."

Desmond says that’s fine, but Catelyn will not have freedom of the castle until Edmure returns. But now that the distasteful task is done, these dudes want to get out of here. Utherydes does pause at the door to tell Catelyn that Robin Ryger will retrieve Jaime soon or kill him.

Catelyn had expected no less. May the Warrior give strength to your sword arm, Brienne, she prayed. She had done all she could; nothing remained but to hope.

Catelyn’s things are moved into Hoster Tully’s bedchamber by the river balcony. When Catelyn arrives, she finds Hoster asleep. Catelyn wonders if she’s actually bringing Hoster comfort, but she feels solace being around him. She wonders what Hoster would say if he knew about Catelyn’s crime. What would he do if it were Lysa and Catelyn in the hands of their enemies?

The room smells like death, and Catelyn thinks it reminds her of her “dead” sons. She thinks the world is supremely unfair to take Ned and Bran and Rickon away.

"It is a monstrous cruel thing to lose a child," she whispered softly, more to herself than to her father.
Lord Hoster's eyes opened. "Tansy," he husked in a voice thick with pain.
He does not know me. Catelyn had grown accustomed to him taking her for her mother or her sister Lysa, but Tansy was a name strange to her. "It's Catelyn," she said. "It's Cat, Father."
"Forgive me . . . the blood . . . oh, please . . . Tansy . . . "

Catelyn wonders if there was another woman in Hoster’s life. Maybe a woman after Minisa had died? She asks Hoster who Tansy was, and whether she’s still alive.

Lord Hoster groaned. "Dead." His hand groped for hers. "You'll have others . . . Sweet babes, and trueborn."

Others? Catelyn thought. Has he forgotten that Ned is gone? Is he still talking to Tansy, or is it me now, or Lysa, or Mother?
When he coughed, the sputum came up bloody. He clutched her fingers. ". . Be a good wife and the gods will bless you . . . sons . . . trueborn sons . . . aaahhh." The sudden spasm of pain made Lord Hoster's hand tighten. His nails dug into her hand, and he gave a muffled scream.

At that, Maester Vyman shows up with the milk of the poppy, and Hoster falls asleep again. Catelyn asks Vyman about this Tansy woman, and the maester has no idea who Hoster might mean. When Catelyn tries to reason through maybe a serving girl or a woman from a village, Vyman can’t remember anyone by that name -- though the smallfolk name their daughters after flowers and herbs. Maybe she was this widow who came by to sole shoes? Catelyn corrects Vyman. That was Violet. The maester apologizes but then says he’s not supposed to talk to her unless duty requires. Catelyn tells Vyman to do his duty, thanking her lucky stars that she’s free of the war for a little while in this room. She gets into a woolen cloak and walks out to the balcony, searching to see if anyone is returning up the river with Jaime. And though a raven comes, there’s no sign of Robin Ryger or Jaime.

At dinner time, Vyman brings Catelyn some bland-sounding food, telling her that there’d been no such person as Tansy at Riverrun. Okay, well how about that raven. Is Jaime taken? Nope. Battle? Nope. Robb? Uh, well, um, Vyman is not supposed to say, but Tywin has left the Riverlands. Fine. Where did the raven come from? The west. Was it about Robb?

He hesitated. "Yes, my lady."
"Something is wrong." She knew it from his manner. He was hiding something from her. "Tell me. Is it Robb? Is he hurt?" Not dead, gods be good, please do not tell me that he is dead.
"His Grace took a wound storming the Crag," Maester Vyman said, still evasive, "but writes that it is no cause for concern, and that he hopes to return soon."

Catelyn asks what kind of wound, but Vyman assures Catelyn that Robb is being cared for at the Crag, but seriously, Vyman can’t talk about that! He then beats feet as the milk of the poppy does its work on Hoster. Lord Tully starts to drool, and Catelyn wipes his mouth.

When she touched him, Lord Hoster moaned. "Forgive me," he said, so softly she could scarcely hear the words . "Tansy . . . blood . . . the blood . . . gods be kind . . . "

His words disturbed her more than she could say, though she could make no sense of them. Blood, she thought. Must it all come back to blood? Father, who was this woman, and what did you do to her that needs so much forgiveness?

Catelyn has nightmares of her dead children and wakes with Hoster’s words about blood and children in her head. She wonders why Hoster would say that. Sure, she’d believe that Edmure was off their making bastards but not her dad. Maybe Tansy was a nickname for Lysa? Maybe. But he did say something about trueborn children. And Lysa had miscarried five times. Detective Catelyn starts to put the pieces together. Lysa and Catelyn married the same day at Riverrun, but where Catelyn got instant pregnant from Ned’s super sperm, Lysa had only had a late period. And when Catelyn had handed Robb to Lysa, she burst into tears and ran away.

If she had lost a child before, that might explain Father's words, and much else besides . . . Lysa's match with Lord Arryn had been hastily arranged, and Jon was an old man even then, older than their father. An old man without an heir. His first two wives had left him childless, his brother's son had been murdered with Brandon Stark in King's Landing, his gallant cousin had died in the Battle of the Bells. He needed a young wife if House Arryn was to continue . . . a young wife known to be fertile.
Catelyn rose, threw on a robe, and descended the steps to the darkened solar to stand over her father. A sense of helpless dread filled her. "Father," she said, "Father, I know what you did." She was no longer an innocent bride with a head full of dreams. She was a widow, a traitor, a grieving mother, and wise, wise in the ways of the world. "You made him take her," she whispered. "Lysa was the price Jon Arryn had to pay for the swords and spears of House Tully."

Well, Catelyn. That is not a terrible deduction! But you are missing a component. Maybe if you think back to what Hoster was croaking about back in ACOK, you might be able to put it all together.

Catelyn realizes that this was why Lysa’s marriage was so loveless. Jon Arryn was probably kind and dutiful, but Lysa needed warmth. The next day, Catelyn decided to write to Lysa. She wrote to him about Bran and Rickon, but mostly, she wrote to her sister about her father dying

His thoughts are all of the wrong he did you, now that his time grows short. Maester Vyman says he dare not make the milk of the poppy any stronger. It is time for Father to lay down his sword and shield. It is time for him to rest. Yet he fights on grimly, will not yield. It is for your sake, I think. He needs your forgiveness. The war has made the road from the Eyrie to Riverrun dangerous to travel, I know, but surely a strong force of knights could see you safely through the Mountains of the Moon? A hundred men, or a thousand? And if you cannot come, will you not write him at least? A few words of love, so he might die in peace? Write what you will, and I shall read it to him, and ease his way.

But even when she finishes this well-written letter, Catelyn thinks it won’t do any good. Hoster would be dead soon, and Lysa would probably not even come. Still, Catelyn heads to the sept to pray about it as well as offer prayers for her father, mother, Lysa and the babies she lost. Jesus. Man. That’s some hard shit.

Later in the day, Catelyn hears voices and trumpets. She climbs up to the roof, thinking that it might be Robin Ryger, but instead, Catelyn is relieved to find that it’s Edmure Tully returning to Riverrun. It only takes two hours for Edmure to come see Catelyn as the castle reunites noisily underneath. Edmure arrives in Hoster’s room, and she notices that he looks thin, drawn and unkempt with mud spattered on his boots.

"Edmure," Catelyn said, worried, "you look unwell. Has something happened? Have the Lannisters crossed the river?"
"I threw them back. Lord Tywin, Gregor Clegane, Addam Marbrand, I turned them away. Stannis, though . . . " He grimaced.
"Stannis? What of Stannis?"
"He lost the battle at King's Landing," Edmure said unhappily. "His fleet was burned, his army routed."

Catelyn isn’t exactly thrilled that the Lannisters won, but she’s not sad that Stannis lost given that she saw Renly unexpectedly, accidentally, who-did-it, die peacefully back at Storm’s End. She remarks that Stannis was no more a friend than Tywin. But Edmure corrects her. Highgarden declared for Joffrey, and Catelyn released Jaime? What the fuck, Catelyn? You had no right.

"I had a mother's right." Her voice was calm, though the news about Highgarden was a savage blow to Robb's hopes. She could not think about that now, though.
"No right," Edmure repeated. "He was Robb's captive, your king's captive, and Robb charged me to keep him safe."

Well, according to Catelyn, Brienne will keep Jaime safe and deliver him to King’s Landing to bring back Arya and Sansa. Edmure says that Cersei ain’t going to release the girls. Ah, well, Catelyn planned to conduct the exchange with Tyrion. See, Catelyn has thought of everything. Except that Tyrion took an axe wound to the head and might be dead before Brienne reaches King’s Landing.

"Dead?" Could the gods truly be so merciless? She had made Jaime swear a hundred oaths, but it was his brother's promise she had pinned her hopes on.
Edmure was blind to her distress. "Jaime was my charge, and I mean to have him back. I've sent ravens-"
"Ravens to whom? How many?"
"Three," he said, "so the message will be certain to reach Lord Bolton. By river or road, the way from Riverrun to King's Landing must needs take them close by Harrenhal."
"Harrenhal." The very word seemed to darken the room. Horror thickened her voice as she said, "Edmure, do you know what you have done?"

Edmure says that it’s fine. Catelyn’s part has been left out of it. The letter claims that Jaime escaped, and he’s offering a thousand dragon reward for his recapture. Does that make it better, Catelyn? No. Not at all. It is much worse. She cries as she tells Edmure that what Edmure has done is make it look like an escape instead of an exchange for hostages.

"It will never come to that. The Kingslayer will be returned to us, I have made certain of it."

"All you have made certain is that I shall never see my daughters again. Brienne might have gotten him to King's Landing safely . . . so long as no one was hunting for them. But now . . . " Catelyn could not go on. "Leave me, Edmure." She had no right to command him, here in the castle that would soon be his, yet her tone would brook no argument. "Leave me to Father and my grief, I have no more to say to you. Go. Go." All she wanted was to lie down, to close her eyes and sleep, and pray no dreams would come.

And that is the synopsis of ASOS, Catelyn I! Melancholy beauty. That’s what this chapter is all about. As with every Catelyn chapter, I love it. What did you think, ser?

Depth

Catelyn was my favorite POV in ACOK. Her chapters ran the gamut from Robb to Jaime, Renly to Stannis, brightest day to blackest night. George was showing us all the options available for Westeros, and also showing off everything he could do as a writer. Now he boils down that dramatic range to its tragic essence. Catelyn’s storyline in Storm is structurally perfect: a one-way ticket to hell. Abandon hope, all ye who enter here! I compared her story in Clash to a rainbow: an arc told in bright colors. In Storm, all that color is bleached out, leaving behind only black and white and grey, with a burst of red right at the end.

So where last week Jaime I opened him up to a wide horizon to reflect his rebirth, Catelyn I pulls in close and tight around her to reflect her doom. It’s a very interior chapter, a self-contained chamber piece. It’s like an overture to an opera, establishing everything to come in miniature. Davos is my favorite POV in ASOS, but Catelyn’s a very close second.

Beautifully said, ser. Love the color commentary on Catelyn in ACOK and ASOS. Catelyn’s ACOK chapters were just outstanding in so many ways, but one of my favorites from ACOK was just how much physical ground they covered. From Riverrun to Bitterbridge to Storm’s End, Catelyn was a walking world-builder, expanding the reader’s perspective on the wider world of Westeros. That is not the case in ASOS. Though we will visit Oldstones in one of the most gorgeously-written chapters in ASOIAF, Catelyn is “confined to quarters”, chained to Riverrun - a place she’s been at since ACOK, Catelyn V and then thrust forward to the Twins - a place she visited back in ACOK, Catelyn IX.

These are all familiar places for Catelyn, and that location creates a claustrophobic feeling for Cat. She’s stuck. She’s on a one-way ticket towards doom. It’s almost like the first six Catelyn chapters are Catelyn on death row. Her seventh chapter is the execution. It truly is, as you said, a one-way ticket to hell.

Foreshadowing/Groundwork

Maester Vyman gives Catelyn some hints about bad stuff going down with Robb in the west, enough to make her (and us) curious; we’ll find out much more in Catelyn II.

A lot of those references to a “mother’s madness” read as signals for Catelyn’s eventual role as Lady Stoneheart and how after Catelyn is driven to a quite understandable psychological break after witnessing the Red Wedding, someone says, “Mad," someone said, "she's lost her wits."

Theory/Discussion

Lord Hoster Tully: bad guy? Yes or yes?

Conclusion


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