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Bran

           Thecrowopeneditsbeakandcawedathim,ashrillscreamoffear,andthegreymistsshudderedandswirledaroundhimandrippedawaylikeaveil,andhesawthatthecrowwasreallyawoman,aservingwomanwithlongblackhair,andheknewherfromsomewhere,fromWinterfell,yes,thatwasit,herememberedhernow,andthenherealizedthathewasinWinterfell,inabedhighinsomechillytowerroom,andtheblack-hairedwomandroppedabasinofwatertoshatteronthefloorandrandownthesteps,shouting,"He’sawake,he’sawake,he’sawake."

           Brantouchedhisforehead,betweenhiseyes.Theplacewherethecrowhadpeckedhimwasstillburning,buttherewasnothingthere,noblood,nowound.Hefeltweakanddizzy.Hetriedtogetoutofbed,butnothinghappened.

           Andthentherewasmovementbesidethebed,andsomethinglandedlightlyonhislegs.Hefeltnothing.Apairofyelloweyeslookedintohisown,shininglikethesun.Thewindowwasopenanditwascoldintheroom,butthewarmththatcameoffthewolfenfoldedhimlikeahotbath.Hispup,Branrealized...orwasit?Hewassobignow.Hereachedouttopethim,hishandtremblinglikealeaf.

           WhenhisbrotherRobbburstintotheroom,breathlessfromhisdashupthetowersteps,thedirewolfwaslickingBran’sface.Branlookedupcalmly."HisnameisSummer,"hesaid.

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