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Bran

           

           "Thiswillgiveyoudreamlesssleep,"MaesterLuwinsaidashepulledthestopperfromthejar."Sweet,dreamlesssleep."

           "Itwill?"Bransaid,wantingtobelieve.

           "Yes.Drink."

           Brandrank.Thepotionwasthickandchalky,buttherewashoneyinitsoitwentdowneasy.

           "Comethemorn,you’llfeelbetter."LuwingaveBranasmileandapatashetookhisleave.

           Oshalingeredbehind."Isitthewolfdreamsagain?"

           Brannodded.

           "Youshouldnotfightsohard,boy.Iseeyoutalkingtothehearttree.Mightbethegodsaretryingtotalkback."

           "Thegods?"hemurmured,drowsyalready.Osha’sfacegrewblurryandgrey.Sweet,dreamlesssleep,Branthought.

           Yetwhenthedarknessclosedoverhim,hefoundhimselfinthegodswood,movingsilentlybeneathgreen-greysentinelsandgnarledoaksasoldastime.Iamwalking,hethought,exulting.Partofhimknewthatitwasonlyadream,buteventhedreamofwalkingwasbetterthanthetruthofhisbedchamber,wallsandceilinganddoor.

           Itwasdarkamongstthetrees,butthecometlithisway,andhisfeetweresure.Hewasmovingonfourgoodlegs,strongandswift,andhecouldfeelthegroundunderfoot,thesoftcracklingoffallenleaves,thickrootsandhardstones,thedeeplayersofhumus.Itwasagoodfeeling.

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