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Bran

           Summerslidaway,snarling,andcamerushinginagain.Thistimehisjawsclosedaroundhercalf.Holdingtheknifewithbothhands,thesmallwomanstabbeddown,butthedirewolfseemedtosensethebladecoming.Hepulledfreeforaninstant,hismouthfullofleatherandclothandbloodyflesh.WhenHalistumbledandfell,hecameatheragain,slammingherbackward,teethtearingatherbelly.

           Thesixthmanranfromthecarnage...butnotfar.Ashewentscramblingupthefarsideofthebank,GreyWindemergedfromthestream,drippingwet.Heshookthewateroffandboundedaftertherunningman,hamstringinghimwithasinglesnapofhisteeth,andgoingforthethroatasthescreamingmanslidbackdowntowardthewater.

           Andthentherewasnooneleftbutthebigman,Stiv.HeslashedatBran’scheststrap,grabbedhisarm,andyanked.SuddenlyBranwasfalling.Hesprawledontheground,hislegstangledunderhim,onefootinthestream.Hecouldnotfeelthecoldofthewater,buthefeltthesteelwhenStivpressedhisdaggertohisthroat."Backaway,"themanwarned,"orI’llopentheboy’swindpipe,Iswearit."

           Robbreinedhishorsein,breathinghard.Thefurywentoutofhiseyes,andhisswordarmdropped.

           InthatmomentBransaweverything.SummerwassavagingHali,pullingglisteningbluesnakesfromherbelly.Hereyeswerewideandstaring.Brancouldnottellwhethershewasaliveordead.Thegreystubblymanandtheonewiththeaxelayunmoving,butOshawasonherknees,crawlingtowardherfallenspear.

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