I do not know your son, my lady. But I could serve you, if you would have me. You have courage. Not battle courage, perhaps but…I don’t know…a kind of woman’s courage. And I think, when the time comes, you will not try and hold me back. Promise me that you will not hold me back from Stannis.
When the time comes, I will not hold you back.

Catelyn wanted to run to him, to kiss his sweet brow, to wrap him in her arms and hold him so tightly that he would never come to harm… but here in front of his lords, she dared not. He was playing a man’s part now, and she would not take that away from him.
The Freys have held the crossing for six hundred years, and for six hundred years they have never failed to exact their toll.