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Bran

           Hehasmorethanenoughtoconcernhimwithoutfrettingovergiantsanddeadmeninthewoods.It’stheLannisterswhoholdyourlordfather,Bran,notthechildrenoftheforest."HeputagentlehandonBran’sarm."ThinkonwhatIsaid,child."

           Andtwodayslater,asareddawnbrokeacrossawindsweptsky,Branfoundhimselfintheyardbeneaththegatehouse,strappedatopDancerashesaidhisfarewellstohisbrother.

           "YouarethelordinWinterfellnow,"Robbtoldhim.Hewasmountedonashaggygreystallion,hisshieldhungfromthehorse’sside;woodbandedwithiron,whiteandgrey,andonitthesnarlingfaceofadirewolf.Hisbrotherworegreychainmailoverbleachedleathers,swordanddaggerathiswaist,afur-trimmedcloakacrosshisshoulders."Youmusttakemyplace,asItookFather’s,untilwecomehome."

           "Iknow,"Branrepliedmiserably.Hehadneverfeltsolittleoraloneorscared.Hedidnotknowhowtobealord.

           "ListentoMaesterLuwin’scounsel,andtakecareofRickon.TellhimthatI’llbebackassoonasthefightingisdone."

           Rickonhadrefusedtocomedown.Hewasupinhischamber,redeyedanddefiant."No!"he’dscreamedwhenBranhadaskedifhedidn’twanttosayfarewelltoRobb."NOfarewell!"

           "Itoldhim,"Bransaid."Hesaysnooneevercomesback."

           "Hecan’tbeababyforever.He’saStark,andnearfour."Robbsighed."Well,Motherwillbehomesoon.AndI’llbringbackFather,Ipromise."

           Hewheeledhiscourseraroundandtrottedaway

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