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Bran

           Hodorhatedcoldwater,andwouldfightlikeatreedwildcatwhenthreatenedwithsoap,buthewouldhappilyimmersehimselfinthehottestpoolandsitforhours,givingaloudburptoechothespringwheneverabubblerosefromthemurkygreendepthstobreakuponthesurface.

           SummerlappedatthewaterandsettleddownatBran’sside.Herubbedthewolfunderthejaw,andforamomentboyandbeastbothfeltatpeace.Branhadalwayslikedthegodswood,evenbefore,butoflatehefoundhimselfdrawntoitmoreandmore.Eventhehearttreenolongerscaredhimthewayitusedto.Thedeepredeyescarvedintothepaletrunkstillwatchedhim,yetsomehowhetookcomfortfromthatnow.Thegodswerelookingoverhim,hetoldhimself;theoldgods,godsoftheStarksandtheFirstMenandthechildrenoftheforest,hisfather’sgods.Hefeltsafeintheirsight,andthedeepsilenceofthetreeshelpedhimthink.Branhadbeenthinkingalotsincehisfall;thinking,anddreaming,andtalkingwiththegods.

           "PleasemakeitsoRobbwon’tgoaway,"heprayedsoftly.Hemovedhishandthroughthecoldwater,sendingripplesacrossthepool."Pleasemakehimstay.Orifhehastogo,bringhimhomesafe,withMotherandFatherandthegirls.Andmakeit...makeitsoRickonunderstands."

           HisbabybrotherhadbeenwildasawinterstormsincehelearnedRobbwasridingofftowar,weepingandangrybyturns.He’drefusedtoeat,criedandscreamedformostofanight,evenpunchedOldNanwhenshetriedtosinghimtosleep,andthenextdayhe’dvanished.

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