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Bran

           Fearisforthelongnight,whenthesunhidesitsfaceforyearsatatime,andlittlechildrenarebornandliveanddieallindarknesswhilethedirewolvesgrowgauntandhungry,andthewhitewalkersmovethroughthewoods."

           "YoumeantheOthers,"Bransaidquerulously.

           "TheOthers,"OldNanagreed."Thousandsandthousandsofyearsago,awinterfellthatwascoldandhardandendlessbeyondallmemoryofman.Therecameanightthatlastedageneration,andkingsshiveredanddiedintheircastlesevenastheswineherdsintheirhovels.Womensmotheredtheirchildrenratherthanseethemstarve,andcried,andfelttheirtearsfreezeontheircheeks."Hervoiceandherneedlesfellsilent,andsheglancedupatBranwithpale,filmyeyesandasked,"So,child.Thisisthesortofstoryyoulike?"

           "Well,"Bransaidreluctantly,"yes,only..."

           OldNannodded."Inthatdarkness,theOtherscameforthefirsttime,"shesaidasherneedleswentclickclickclick."Theywerecoldthings,deadthings,thathatedironandfireandthetouchofthesun,andeverycreaturewithhotbloodinitsveins.Theysweptoverholdfastsandcitiesandkingdoms,felledheroesandarmiesbythescore,ridingtheirpaledeadhorsesandleadinghostsoftheslain.Alltheswordsofmencouldnotstaytheiradvance,andevenmaidensandsucklingbabesfoundnopityinthem.Theyhuntedthemaidsthroughfrozenforests,andfedtheirdeadservantsonthefleshofhumanchildren."

           Hervoicehaddroppedverylow,almosttoawhisper,andBranfoundhimselfleaningforwardtolisten.

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