"But there is," Robb replied, and motioned toward the message. "If anyone else attempts this, the expedition will fail. How are we to know if that only applies to replacing those listed, or anyone else at all? Unless a lightning bolt brings the answer from these petty gods, we've no way of knowing." And that meant, of course, that Margaery had to go.

Robb squeezed his eyes closed, pulling in a breath through his nose. "If anything happens to her out there, Jon, I swear..." What? What could he swear? What retaliation could he possibly bring against those who had placed them all here?