It hurts so much, she thought. Our children, Ned, all our…
““It hurts so much, she thought. Our children, Ned, all our sweet babes. Rickon, Bran, Arya, Sansa, Robb… Robb… please, Ned, please, make it stop, make it stop hurting… The white tears and the red ones ran together until her face was torn and tattered, the face that Ned had loved. Catelyn Stark raised her hands and watched the blood run down her long fingers, over her wrists, beneath the sleeves of her gown. Slow red worms crawled along her arms and under her clothes. It tickles. That made her laugh until she screamed. “Mad,” someone said, “she’s lost her wits,” and someone else said, “Make an end,” and a hand grabbed her scalp just as she’d done with Jinglebell, and she thought, No, don’t, don’t cut my hair, Ned loves my hair. Then the steel was at her throat, and its bite was red and cold.— Catelyn Stark””
About This Quote
This interpretation was drafted with AI assistance. It is one reading of the quote, not the author's own explanation.
A mother’s grief and terror are described in vivid, grotesque detail as she faces imminent death and the loss of her children.
In simple terms: A mother’s horror as she dies and thinks of her children.
Recognize the depth of suffering in moments of loss.
Themes
Mood
Type
When to use this quote
- war
- family tragedy
- psychological horror
- character death
Key Concepts
Questions to Reflect On
- How does extreme horror affect empathy?
- What does this reveal about the character’s inner world?
The graphic description may overwhelm or desensitize readers.