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Jon

           "WhatdoesitsayaboutBran?"

           JeorMormont,LordCommanderoftheNight’sWatch,wasagruffoldmanwithanimmensebaldheadandashaggygreybeard.Hehadaravenonhisarm,andhewasfeedingitkernelsofcorn."Iamtoldyoucanread."Heshooktheravenoff,anditflappeditswingsandflewtothewindow,whereitsatwatchingasMormontdrewarollofpaperfromhisbeltandhandedittoJon."Corn,"itmutteredinaraucousvoice."Corn,corn."

           Jon’sfingertracedtheoutlineofthedirewolfinthewhitewaxofthebrokenseat.HerecognizedRobb’shand,butthelettersseemedtoblurandrunashetriedtoreadthem.Herealizedhewascrying.Andthen,throughthetears,hefoundthesenseinthewords,andraisedhishead."Hewokeup,"hesaid."Thegodsgavehimback."

           "Crippled,"Mormontsaid."I’msorry,boy.Readtherestoftheletter."

           Helookedatthewords,buttheydidn’tmatter.Nothingmattered.Branwasgoingtolive."Mybrotherisgoingtolive,"hetoldMormont.TheLordCommandershookhishead,gatheredupafistfulofcorn,andwhistled.Theravenflewtohisshoulder,crying,"Live!Live!"

           Jonrandownthestairs,asmileonhisfaceandRobb’sletterinhishand."Mybrotherisgoingtolive,"hetoldtheguards.Theyexchangedalook.Heranbacktothecommonhall,wherehefoundTyrionLannisterjustfinishinghismeal.Hegrabbedthelittlemanunderthearms,hoistedhimupintheair,andspunhimaroundinacircle."Branisgoingtolive!"hewhooped.Lannisterlookedstartled

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