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Episode 63: A GAME OF THRONES, CATELYN X: "Moonlight Sonata" SHOW NOTES!

Hello and welcome to the Not A Cast … podcast: the one true chapter-by-chapter podcast going through A Song of Ice and Fire one chapter a week. I’m one of your hosts Jeff better known as BryndenBFish. 

And I’m your other host Emmett, better known as PoorQuentyn. 

Welcome to the sixty-third episode of the Not A Cast, entitled: “Moonlight Sonata: An Analysis of AGOT, Catelyn X,” in which Catelyn Stark describes the Battle of the Whispering Wood with such lyrical beauty you almost forget that a bunch of people are dying horribly. 

This episode is brought to you by our Small Council: 

Thank you councillors very much!

Spoiler warning: All published books - 5 novels, 3 Dunk and Egg novellas, histories, interviews, TWOW sample chapters, as well as Game of Thrones the TV show. Anything and everything!

Question

Ser Keith J, our Small Council Master of Ships asks:

Howdy guys, just got a question for ya!  Since we're getting down to the final stretch of AGOT chapters, I was just curious if you were planning on a sizeable blow-out episode to finish out your analysis of the first book?  In other words, something similar to your other Stump the Chumps Patreon eps? 

Archmaester June, our small council Healer of the Lesser Poxes, asks:

Hello sirs!! I hope your lesser poses are responding well to treatment. Those leeches were my personal favourites.
I have a question/ musing. Do you think that Arianne Martell's story heretofore is setting her up to eventually be part of Faegon's downfall? Could she eventually end up being a Queenmaker after all...that queen being Daenerys? She certainly seems to have strong feelings about female heirs being supplanted by males...although Faegon would seem to be the rightful heir from a Targaryen POV, she might take part in a ruse and side with Dany. Wouldn't that be neat?? Thank you for the sterling work your podcast is the brightest star in a fairly amazing firmament.

Synopsis

The woods were full of whispers.
Moonlight winked on the tumbling waters of the stream below as it wound its rocky way along the floor of the valley. Beneath the trees, warhorses whickered softly and pawed at the moist, leafy ground, while men made nervous jests in hushed voices. Now and again, she heard the chink of spears, the faint metallic slither of chain mail, but even those sounds were muffled.

George sometimes gets the accusation that he writes mid or even lowbrow fiction lobbed at him, but the opening lines for Catelyn X should safely dispel this falsehood. 

Catelyn Stark sits atop a horse with Hallis Mollen, the new Winterfell Captain of Guards and thirty protectors. Robb and Catelyn had previously argued on the number of guards. Robb wanted fifty. Catelyn ten. They settled on thirty, both unhappy with the outcome. Catelyn is waiting, waiting for the battle to come.

It will come when it comes, Catelyn told Hallis Mollen. When it comes, she knew it would mean death. Hal’s death perhaps … or hers, or Robb’s No one was safe. No life was certain.

And this was an emotion Catelyn had experienced so many times before. She had waited for her father Hoster who always told her to Watch for me, little cat before riding off on his southron ambitions ventures. And though Hoster hadn’t always returned at the times he said he would, Catelyn would wait high atop Riverrun, and then she’d catch a glimpse of her father. She’s run to him, and Hoster would always ask: Did you watch for me?

The same had happened when Brandon Stark had asked her to wait for him when he went off to King’s Landing to call on Rhaegar to die. I shall not be long, my lady, Brandon vowed like the literary trope of a character about to die that he was. But Brandon hadn’t returned to wed Catelyn. Ned had stood in her place in the Sept at Riverrun.

And Ned had only been able to stay for a fortnight before he rode for Rhaegar and the Trident. He had made promises (really seems like a thing with Ned, doesn’t it?) to her that he’d return. But at the very least, Ned had left her pregnant with Robb. 

She had brought him forth in blood and pain, not knowing whether Ned would ever see him. Her son. He had been so small …

And now Catelyn waits again, but this time it’s for her baby boy and his potential killer: Jaime Lannister. Brynden Tully counseled Robb that Jaime had never learned to wait. They would use the kingslayer’s impatience to lure him into a trap. Their lives would be stake they would bet on.

But despite the danger, Robb never showed signs of fear. He provided words of comfort to some men, joked with other bro-soldiers and helped another settle his horse. And because he was a hero, and helmets are hardly heroic, he wore no helm, save his Tully auburn hair, to protect his head.

Let him grow taller, Catelyn asked the gods. Let him know sixteen, and twenty, and fifty. Let me him grow as tall as his father, and hold his own son in his arms. Please, please, please.

But where Robb was once a baby that Catelyn held. Now, he was a young man with a beard and direwolf. Someone on twitter asked if I was a parent before I read ASOIAF, and I wasn’t. And reading Catelyn’s chapter and feeling the fear veining Catelyn’s thoughts bears for son really makes Catelyn’s emotions come to life for me now more than ever.

But the woods were still only full of whispers. Jaime hadn’t come yet. Was Brynden wrong about what Jaime would do? Did the kingslayer know that Robb and his army was nearby? According to Brynden, no. All birds that might have carried news to Jaime had been shot out of the sky, and the few outriders that Jaime had put out were all dead now.

Robb asks Brynden how large his army is. Well, it’s about twelve thousand infantry arrayed in three separate camps. It was the only way to besiege Riverrun. And Jaime had two to three thousand additional cavalry. Well, those odds aren’t good, Galbart puts in. Jaime has the northmen at a numerical disadvantage of three to one. 

True enough, Ser Brynden said, yet there is one thing Ser Jaime lacks.
Yes? Robb asked.
Patience.

The northern army was larger than when it rode west from the Twins. The Mallisters had joind Robb, and the survivors from Edmure’s army had joined up with Robb too. And the army had come fast to Riverrun, fast to Jaime. And now they knew battle was at hand.

Robb Stark mounts his horse, aided by his squire Olyvar Frey who Catelyn neatly describes as two years older than Robb but ten years younger and more anxious. Love that. Olyvar straps Robb’s shield into place and finally hands him his helmet. Hey, I guess heroes are quite heroic after all, TV tropes page!

When Robb lowered the helmet over the face Catelyn loved so well, a tall young knight sat on his grey stallion where her son had been.

Robb tells Catelyn that he’s going to troop the line as Ned would do, and Catelyn tells Robb to go and let them see you. Robb says that it will give the men courage, and Catelyn wonders who will give me courage? But she doesn’t voice that thought aloud. Robb turns his horse about and trots away with Grey Wind, a direwolf who is important along with his newly formed battle guard in tow. And who are the men in this battle guard? Well, they’re sons of great and noble lords from the North and Riverlands alike. Patrek of House Mallister, Smalljon of House Umber, Theon of House Greyjoy, five Freys, Ser Wendel of House Manderly, Robin of House Flint and Torrhen and Eddard Karstark and Daryn Hornwood of House Redshirt.

Additionally, Dacey Mormont is there too. And who is Dacey? Well, she’s a six-foot tall woman who was given a morningstar at an early age, and the bros got some real concerns about her. It’s about ethics in warfighting, you see. But not to Catelyn.

This is not about the honor of your houses. This is about keeping my son alive and whole.

But would twenty-nine dudes and one dudette be enough? Would the entirety of Robb’s army be enough? Well, no need for those thoughts, because a bird sounds in the distance, and Catelyn knows that it means that Jaime is coming. 

The woods grow still around everyone, and she can hear them off in the distance. Horses, swords rattling, spears, armor, human voices, laughs and a curse. The sounds grow louder. More laughs. A command is shouted. They men cross and re-cross a stream. And then Jaime sees him. Ser Jaime Lannister, shaded silver by moonlight, not wearing a helmet, because ah … you probably already know the joke.

Catelyn flashes back to Ser Brynden promising that Jaime wasn’t one to sit around in his tent while his engineers built siege towers. Besides, he’d already ridden out a few other times since the siege had started. Robb had studied the map that Uncle Brynden had laid before him. Ned had taught him how to read a map. 

Raid them here, Robb says pointing to a spot. A few hundred men, no more. Tully banners. When he comes after you, we will be waiting. His finger moved an inch to the left- here.

And I can’t help but read on for this lovely description from Catelyn:

Here was a hush in the night, moonlight and shadows, a thick carpet of dead leaves underfoot, densely wooded ridges sloping gently down to a streambed, the underbrush thinning as the ground fell away.

We flash to the present with Robb looking back at Catelyn on last time, lifting his sword in salute. Then Maege Mormont’s warhorn sounds across the valley from the east, signalling that all of Jaime’s men were now within the zone of engagement. Grey Wind howls, sending a chill through Catelyn at how terrible yet musical it is. 

So this is what death sounds like.

And then the Battle of the Whispering Wood commences!

Another horn sounds from the far ridge as Greatjon Umber sounded his own horn. The Mallisters and Freys trumpets sound vengeance. And finally Lord Karstark’s warhorn sounds. And in the stream below, the Lannister men shout, and their horses rear.I just can’t help but want to quote the whole thing, but I need to speak this next paragraph in full, or I’ll hate myself more than usual:


The whispering wood let out its breath all at once as the bowmen Robb had hidden in the branches of the trees let fly their arrows, and the night erupted with the screams of men and horses. All around her, the riders raised their lances, and the dirt and leaves that had buried the cruel bright points fell away to reveal the gleam of sharpened steel. “Winterfell!” she heard Robb shout as the arrows sighed again. 

Magnificent! And it was nice of #TeamStark to give Jaime some surround sound entertainment before handing his ass to him.

Catelyn sits still atop her horse with her guard nearby, and a few moments later, they’re the only ones in that spot as the horsemen plunge forward into the darkness. Lady Did Only One Thing Wrong in Her Entire Life watches as the Umbers move down a long, endless line from the hilltop and … damn, gotta read it:



All Catelyn saw was the moonlight on the points of their lances, as if a thousand willowwisps were coming down the ridge, wreathed in silver flame.

But then Catelyn blinks, and she sees only men rushing down the hill to kill or die. 

And then the battle blurs into a cacophony of echoing war sounds: cracking lances, the clang of swords, men calling out Lannister, Winterfell, Tully, Riverrun. Catelyn closes her eyes, and the battles come to even more life. Hoofbeats, iron boots splashing in the water, swords connecting with oaken shields, steel on steel, screaming horses, dying men and once she heard Robb shouting “To me! To me!”

But the sounds of battle begin to die as a red dawn rises. Blood has been spilt. Robb returns to Catelyn atop a different horse, his Stark shield hacked to pieces but Robb seemingly unhurt. But when he gets closer, Catelyn sees blood on the sleeve of his surcoat, and she thinks him wounded. But no. It’s not his blood. It’s Torrhen Karstark’s blood or someone else’s.

A gaggle of troops led by Theon and the Greatjon come up the slope after Robb, bringing a captive Jaime Lannister between them. The men throw Jaime down in front of Catelyn.

Lady Stark, I would offer you my sword, but I seem to have mislaid it.
It is not your sword I want, ser. Give me my father and my brother Edmure. Give me my daughters. Give me my lord husband
I have mislaid them as well, I fear, Jaime responds.

Theon tells Robb to kill Jaime, but Robb ain’t about that. They need Jaime alive, and besides Ned would never murder prisoners after the battle. Jaime puts in that Ned is wise and honorable.

Catelyn orders Jaime to be bound in irons and placed under guard. Robb agrees, adding in that Rickard Karstark is going to want him dead -- especially after he killed Torrhen and Eddard Karstark. Jaime also killed Daryn Hornwood too. Sure hope that Daryn’s death in this battle coupled with his father’s death in the preceding Tyrion chapter won’t have any long-term negative impacts on the North come ACOK!

Galbart Glover speaks highly of Jaime’s courage, telling Catelyn about how close Jaime came to killing Robb, and Robb helpfully puts in that he mislaid his sword in Eddard Karstark’s neck. 

He was shouting for me. If they hadn’t tried to stop him-
I should then be mourning in place of Lord Karstark, Catelyn said. Your men did what they were sworn to do, Robb. They died protecting their liege lord. Grieve for them. Honor them for their valor. But not now. You have no time for grief. 

Catelyn tells Robb that they’ve removed the commander of the Lannister army, but the rest of it is still encamped around Riverrun. Theon starts bragging about how awesome of a battle it was, and how it was the great victory since the field of fire, and bros, didn’t we kill so many of them. And …

Lord Tywin? Catelyn interrupts. Have you perchance taken Lord Tywin, Theon?

That shuts Theon up finally. If they don’t have Tywin Lannister, then the war isn’t won. They have victory in this one battle, but the great war is about to begin.

Robb Stark looks at Catelyn and tells everyone that Catelyn is right (When isn’t she?). They still have Riverrun ahead.

And that is AGOT, Catelyn X! Dammit, Emmett. How is George able to get away with it? He writes two battle chapters back-to-back, but they’re both, both outstanding in different and unique ways. How? How does he do it!?

Depth

I love the experience of reading the Green Fork and the Whispering Wood back to back, always have! In part it’s just thrilling to have the two large scale battle scenes in AGOT together so it feels like one big setpiece. In part it’s how well they fit together in the plot, with the Whispering Wood providing immediate payoff for the punchline of the Green Fork. But this time through, what I loved is the different perspectives they represent in terms of “how to write a battle scene.” 

The Green Fork feels (appropriately) fussy, ordered, and managerial. I’m not saying conservative, but I’m also not not saying it. Here are your marching orders, everybody! Form in nice neat formations for the audience to see, they’ve paid hard earned money to see you!

The Whispering Wood is all about how you gotta listen to the battle, man. Go with the flow, stop being so uptight about “formations” or “what’s happening.” Soak it all in and relate it to your life! Take this joint, Catelyn, and look at the trees and think about life. Robb’s got this. 

To be clear, I love em both, and of course the Green Fork has lovely imagery and the Whispering Wood has sound strategy. But the Whispering Wood is nearer and dearer to my heart, almost entirely on the strength of the prose. The natural imagery, the slowly building suspense, the way it shifts between past and present on a dime just to create the most beautiful moments possible in between…it’s my favorite Catelyn chapter in AGOT. This episode is called “Moonlight Sonata” after the Beethoven not out of pretension (or not only, anyway), but because Catelyn X feels musical to me. The other title I had in mind was “In a Silent Way,” after the Miles Davis album. That one doesn’t have the perfect jazz structure of his earlier triumphs like “Kind of Blue,” but it’s a masterpiece of mood. It’s the sonic equivalent of watching a candle slowly, lazily, burn itself out as the smoke curls and thickens above it. This is the literary equivalent.

Foreshadowing/Groundwork

Lord Karstark’s anger about Jaime is gonna pay off in just the worst way come ASOS...

More southron ambitions groundwork: Catelyn notes that Hoster Tully spent a lot of time away from Riverrun in her youth. "Watch for me, little cat," her father would always tell her, when he rode off to court or fair or battle. Of course, lords often ride off to court or fair or battle, but it’s a intriguing how often Hoster was gone. Not a perfect contrast, but consider Ned who only left Winterfell/the North once after Robert’s Rebellion: to fight in the Greyjoy Rebellion.

Theon is Robb’s hype man, as he will be at Riverrun and will try to be back home in book two

More R+L=J groundwork “Blood and pain”

There’s only black in Robb’s visor...because he’s gonna lose his head. “Will thirty be enough? Will six thousand be enough?” No! I’m so sorry Mom, they will not!

Theory/Discussion

The Whispering Wood is a victory for Robb Stark, helping cement his reputation as a military prodigy (especially given that his opposite number Jaime is so well-known). But in the wake of the tactical Lannister victory at the Green Fork last week which turned out to be a strategic disaster, we should ask ourselves: how much of a victory is this? While Catelyn X ends rather abruptly on Robb saying Riverrun still awaits them, the equivalent scene in Season 1 of Game of Thrones gives the Young Wolf a very somber speech. He outlines how they haven’t actually met their political goals, and indeed as rereaders/rewatchers we know many of them are never met. So should we be cheering during the Whispering Wood, or are we missing a larger point? 

The latter is a really important point because of how thorny the politics and timing get when Robb tries to make peace in book two. He offers a deal to the Lannisters, but as he tells Catelyn, he’ll have to force them to the table. We know Robb is right about that because we have Tyrion’s POV! His plan is to pretend to be negotiating in good faith, while waiting for cousin Stafford to prepare a second Lannister army so he and Tywin can crush the Young Wolf between them. For good measure, Tyrion breaks custom regarding envoys so he can free Jaime without trading Sansa, a blatant sign that Robb needs sticks as well as carrots. “I’ll give her another Whispering Wood” is a strong sign that Robb understands how war is an extension of politics (as with capturing Jaime being more important than defeating every single one of his soldiers). He follows that up by invading the Westerlands in an effort to hit Tywin’s vassals where it hurts, shatter Stafford’s fledgling host, and force the Lannisters to sue for peace. If the dominoes didn’t fall perfectly at the Fords and the Blackwater to doom him, it might’ve worked. 

On the other hand, beyond the logistics, there’s the larger themes at work. It is telling that the first two big battles in the story turn to ashes in the winner’s mouth. Tywin wins the Green Fork but loses the larger strategy; Robb wins at the Whispering Wood and again at the Camps, proving masterful at strategy, but loses his father anyway to Joffrey’s malicious whims (and Littlefinger’s manipulations). In the same way that Robert’s revenge quest did not satisfy and indeed gave rise to the problem it was supposed to solve, the author is demonstrating here that while battle scenes can be rousing and beautiful and great fun to analyze, war is not bringing our characters closer to their heart’s desires and chance will always play a role.

Conclusion

Comments

Halfway through and, big thanks to BBF for an actual heads-up about a non-ASOIAF spoiler (for Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless mind)--pretty much every other podcast just says unrelated spoilers without warning and then something like "it's been out x years if you haven't seen it that's your problem", and I appreciate you not being a dick. I have a nice thing to say about Emmett too but if I compliment you both then it'll seem less sincere, so. But trust me, I had a big ol' compliment ready

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