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Bran

           Theywereonthefarsidewhentheyheardthehowl,alongrisingwailthatmovedthroughthetreeslikeacoldwind.Branraisedhisheadtolisten."Summer,"hesaid.Nosoonerhadhespokenthanasecondvoicejoinedthefirst.

           "They’vemadeakill,"Robbsaidasheremounted."I’dbestgoandbringthemback.Waithere,Theonandtheothersshouldbealongshortly."

           "Iwanttogowithyou,"Bransaid.

           "I’llfindthemfasterbymyself."Robbspurredhisgeldingandvanishedintothetrees.

           Oncehewasgone,thewoodsseemedtocloseinaroundBran.Thesnowwasfallingmoreheavilynow.Whereittouchedthegrounditmelted,butallabouthimrockandrootandbranchworeathinblanketofwhite.Ashewaited,hewasconsciousofhowuncomfortablehefelt.Hecouldnotfeelhislegs,hanginguselessinthestirrups,butthestraparoundhischestwastightandchafing,andthemeltingsnowhadsoakedthroughhisglovestochillhishands.HewonderedwhatwaskeepingTheonandMaesterLuwinandJosethandtherest.

           Whenheheardtherustleofleaves,BranusedthereinstomakeDancerturn,expectingtoseehisfriends,buttheraggedmenwhosteppedoutontothebankofthestreamwerestrangers.

           "Gooddaytoyou,"hesaidnervously.Onelook,andBranknewtheywereneitherforestersnorfarmers.Hewassuddenlyconsciousofhowrichlyhewasdressed.Hissurcoatwasnew,darkgreywoolwithsilverbuttons,andaheavysilverpinfastenedhisfur-trimmedcloakattheshoulders.Hisbootsandgloveswerelinedwithfuraswell.

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