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Bran

           Bran’scloakbillowedout,ripplinginthewind,andthesnowseemedtorushathisface.Robbwaswellahead,glancingbackoverhisshoulderfromtimetotimetomakesureBranandtheotherswerefollowing.Hesnappedthereinsagain.Smoothassilk,Dancerslidintoagallop.Thedistanceclosed.BythetimehecaughtRobbontheedgeofthewolfswood,twomilesbeyondthewintertown,theyhadlefttheotherswellbehind."Icanride!"Branshouted,grinning.Itfeltalmostasgoodasflying.

           "I’draceyou,butIfearyou’dwin."Robb’stonewaslightandjoking,yetBrancouldtellthatsomethingwastroublinghisbrotherunderneaththesmile.

           "Idon’twanttorace."Branlookedaroundforthedirewolves.Bothhadvanishedintothewood."DidyouhearSummerhowlinglastnight?"

           "GreyWindwasrestlesstoo,"Robbsaid.Hisauburnhairhadgrownshaggyandunkempt,andareddishstubblecoveredhisjaw,makinghimlookolderthanhisfifteenyears."SometimesIthinktheyknowthings...sensethings..."Robbsighed."Ineverknowhowmuchtotellyou,Bran.Iwishyouwereolder."

           "I’meightnow!"Bransaid."Eightisn’tsomuchyoungerthanfifteen,andI’mtheheirtoWinterfell,afteryou."

           "Soyouare."Robbsoundedsad,andevenalittlescared."Bran,Ineedtotellyousomething.Therewasabirdlastnight.FromKing’sLanding.MaesterLuwinwokeme."

           Branfeltasuddendread.Darkwings,darkwords,OldNanalwayssaid,andoflatethemessengerravenshadbeenprovingthetruthoftheproverb.

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