Bran

           Alightsnowwasfalling.Brancouldfeeltheflakesonhisface,meltingastheytouchedhisskinlikethegentlestofrains.Hesatstraightatophishorse,watchingastheironportculliswaswinchedupward.Tryashemighttokeepcalm,hisheartwasflutteringinhischest.

           "Areyouready?"Robbasked.

           Brannodded,tryingnottolethisfearshow.HehadnotbeenoutsideWinterfellsincehisfall,buthewasdeterminedtorideoutasproudasanyknight.

           "Let’sride,then."Robbputhisheelsintohisbiggrey-and-whitegelding,andthehorsewalkedundertheportcullis.

           "Go,"Branwhisperedtohisownhorse.Hetouchedhernecklightly,andthesmallchestnutfillystartedforward.BranhadnamedherDancer.Shewastwoyearsold,andJosethsaidshewassmarterthananyhorsehadarighttobe.Theyhadtrainedherspecial,torespondtoreinandvoiceandtouch.Uptonow,Branhadonlyriddenheraroundtheyard.AtfirstJosethorHodorwouldleadher,whileBransatstrappedtoherbackintheoversizesaddletheImphaddrawnupforhim,butforthepastfortnighthehadbeenridingheronhisown,trottingherroundandround,andgrowingbolderwitheverycircuit.

           Theypassedbeneaththegatehouse,overthedrawbridge,throughtheouterwalls.SummerandGreyWindcamelopingbesidethem,sniffingatthewind.ClosebehindcameTheonGreyjoy,withhislongbowandaquiverofbroadheads;hehadamindtotakeadeer,hehadtoldthem.

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