'And who are you,' the proud lord said, 'that I should bow so low?'
‘Only a cat of different coat, that’s all the truth I know. In a coat of gold, or a coat of red, a lion still has claws. But mine are long and sharp, my Lord, as long and sharp as yours.’
And so he spoke, and so he spoke, the Lord of Castamere. Now rains weep o’er his halls, with no one there to hear
The Rains of Castamere —