The godswood is where we pray to the old gods, at the foot of the wierwood.

[ robb had spoken of this once, to the network. there had been many who hadn't understood the idea of praying to a tree, and robb still doesn't quite have the words to explain it properly. ]

I'm a poor swimmer, I must confess. I've not had much cause to learn. [ splashing about in the pool at the godswood wasn't comparable, robb knew that. ] But I'll remember you advice, should I ever find myself in the water.