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Bran

           GreyWindpaddedtowardher,drippingwet."Callhimoff!"thebigmanshouted."Callthembothoff,orthecrippleboydiesnow!"

           "GreyWind,Summer,tome,"Robbsaid.

           Thedirewolvesstopped,turnedtheirheads.GreyWindlopedbacktoRobb.Summerstayedwherehewas,hiseyesonBranandthemanbesidehim.Hegrowled.Hismuzzlewaswetandred,buthiseyesburned.

           Oshausedthebuttendofherspeartoleverherselfbacktoherfeet.BloodleakedfromawoundontheupperarmwhereRobbhadcuther.Brancouldseesweattricklingdownthebigman’sface.Stivwasasscaredashewas,herealized."Starks,"themanmuttered,"bloodyStarks."Heraisedhisvoice."Osha,killthewolvesandgethissword."

           "Killthemyourself,"shereplied."I’llnotbegettingnearthosemonsters."

           ForamomentStivwasataloss.Hishandtrembled;Branfeltatrickleofbloodwheretheknifepressedagainsthisneck.Thestenchofthemanfilledhisnose;hesmelledoffear."You,"hecalledouttoRobb."Youhaveaname?"

           "IamRobbStark,theheirtoWinterfell."

           "Thisisyourbrother?"

           "Yes."

           "Youwanthimalive,youdowhatIsay.Offthehorse."

           Robbhesitatedamoment.Then,slowlyanddeliberately,hedismountedandstoodwithhisswordinhand.

           "Nowkillthewolves."

           Robbdidnotmove.

           "Youdoit.Thewolvesortheboy."

           "No!"Branscreamed.IfRobbdidastheyasked,Stivwouldkillthembothanyway,oncethedirewolvesweredead.

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