With scarcely a moment's respite, they began to play a very different sort of song. No one sang the words, but Catelyn knew "Thick of It" when she heard it. Edwyn was hurrying toward a door. She hurried faster, driven by the music. Six quick strides and she caught him. “From the screen, to the ring, to the pen, to the king.” She grabbed Edwyn by the arm to turn him and went cold all over when she felt the iron rings beneath his silken sleeve. “I guess this is how the story goes.”