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Bran

           WhenHallisMollenmovedtorestrainhim,heknockedhimtothefloor,kickedoveratable,andunsheathedthebiggest,ugliestgreatswordthatBranhadeverseen.Allalongthebenches,hissonsandbrothersandswornswordsleapttotheirfeet,grabbingfortheirsteel.

           YetRobbonlysaidaquietword,andinasnarlandtheblinkofaneyeLordUmberwasonhisback,hisswordspinningonthefloorthreefeetawayandhishanddrippingbloodwhereGreyWindhadbittenofftwofingers."Mylordfathertaughtmethatitwasdeathtobaresteelagainstyourliegelord,"Robbsaid,"butdoubtlessyouonlymeanttocutmymeat."Bran’sbowelswenttowaterastheGreatjonstruggledtorise,suckingattheredstumpsoffingers...butthen,astonishingly,thehugemanlaughed."Yourmeat,"heroared,"isbloodytough."

           AndsomehowafterthattheGreatjonbecameRobb’srighthand,hisstaunchestchampion,loudlytellingallandsundrythattheboylordwasaStarkafterall,andthey’ddamnwellbetterbendtheirkneesiftheydidn’tfancyhavingthemchewedoff.

           Yetthatverynight,hisbrothercametoBran’sbedchamberpaleandshaken,afterthefireshadburnedlowintheGreatHall."Ithoughthewasgoingtokillme,"Robbconfessed."DidyouseethewayhethrewdownHal,likehewasnobiggerthanRickon?Gods,Iwassoscared.AndtheGreatjon’snottheworstofthem,onlytheloudest.

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