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Bran

           Totteringpilesofbookscoveredtablesandchairs,rowsofstopperedjarslinedtheshelves,candlestubsandpuddlesofdriedwaxdottedthefurniture,thebronzeMyrishlenstubesatonatripodbytheterracedoor,starchartshungfromthewalls,shadowmapslayscatteredamongtherushes,papers,quills,andpotsofinkswereeverywhere,andallofitwasspottedwithdroppingsfromtheravensintherafters.TheirstridentquorksdrifteddownfromaboveasOshawashedandcleanedandbandagedthemaester’swounds,underLuwin’sterseinstruction."Thisisfolly,"thesmallgreymansaidwhileshedabbedatthewolfbiteswithastingingointment."Iagreethatitisoddthatbothyouboysdreamedthesamedream,yetwhenyoustoptoconsiderit,it’sonlynatural.Youmissyourlordfather,andyouknowthatheisacaptive.Fearcanfeveraman’smindandgivehimqueerthoughts.Rickonistooyoungtocomprehend"

           "I’mfournow,"Rickonsaid.HewaspeekingthroughthelenstubeatthegargoylesontheFirstKeep.Thedirewolvessatonoppositesidesofthelargeroundroom,lickingtheirwoundsandgnawingonbones.

           "tooyoung,andooh,sevenhells,thatburns,no,don’tstop,more.Tooyoung,asIsay,butyou,Bran,you’reoldenoughtoknowthatdreamsareonlydreams."

           "Someare,somearen’t."Oshapouredpaleredfiremilkintoalonggash.Luwingasped."Thechildrenoftheforestcouldtellyouathingortwoaboutdreaming."

           Tearswerestreamingdownthemaester’sface,yetheshookhisheaddoggedly.

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