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Bran

           "Howlong?"

           "Threedays,"saidJojen.Theboyhadcomeupsoft-foot,orperhapshehadbeenthereallalong;inthisblindblackworld,Brancouldnothavesaid."Wewereafraidforyou."

           "IwaswithSummer,"Bransaid.

           "Toolong.You’llstarveyourself.Meeradribbledalittlewaterdownyourthroat,andwesmearedhoneyonyourmouth,butitisnotenough."

           "Iate,"saidBran."Werandownanelkandhadtodriveoffatreecatthattriedtostealhim."Thecathadbeentan-and-brown,onlyhalfthesizeofthedirewolves,butfierce.Herememberedthemuskysmellofhim,andthewayhehadsnarleddownatthemfromthelimboftheoak.

           "Thewolfate,"Jojensaid."Notyou.Takecare,Bran.Rememberwhoyouare."

           Herememberedwhohewasalltoowell;Brantheboy,Branthebroken.BetterBranthebeastling.WasitanywonderhewouldsoonerdreamhisSummerdreams,hiswolfdreams?Hereinthechilldampdarknessofthetombhisthirdeyehadfinallyopened.HecouldreachSummerwheneverhewanted,andoncehehadeventouchedGhostandtalkedtoJon.Thoughmaybehehadonlydreamedthat.HecouldnotunderstandwhyJojenwasalwaystryingtopullhimbacknow.Branusedthestrengthofhisarmstosquirmtoasittingposition."IhavetotellOshawhatIsaw.Isshehere?Wheredidshego?"

           Thewildlingwomanherselfgaveanswer."Nowhere,m’lord.

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