Ser Rodrik Cassel: Lord Stark… milady. The guardsmen just rode in from the hills. They’ve captured a deserter from the Night’s Watch.
Eddard Stark: Get the lads to saddle their horses.
Catelyn Stark: Do you have to?
Eddard Stark: He swore an oath, Cat.
Ser Rodrik Cassel: Law is law, milady.
Eddard Stark: Tell Bran he’s coming, too.
(Ser Rodrik nods and walks away)
Catelyn Stark: Ned… ten is too young to see such things.
Eddard Stark: He won’t be a boy forever… and winter is coming.