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Bran

           

           Branheardfingersfumblingatleather,followedbythesoundofsteelonflint.Thenagain.Asparkflew,caught.Oshablewsoftly.Alongpaleflameawoke,stretchingupwardlikeagirlonhertoes.Osha’sfacefloatedaboveit.Shetouchedtheflamewiththeheadofatorch.Branhadtosquintasthepitchbegantoburn,fillingtheworldwithorangeglare.ThelightwokeRickon,whosatupyawning.

           Whentheshadowsmoved,itlookedforaninstantasifthedeadwererisingaswell.LyannaandBrandon,LordRickardStarktheirfather,LordEdwylehisfather,LordWillamandhisbrotherArtostheImplacable,LordDonnorandLordBeronandLordRodwell,one-eyedLordJonnel,LordBarthandLordBrandonandLordCreganwhohadfoughttheDragonknight.Ontheirstonechairstheysatwithstonewolvesattheirfeet.Thiswaswheretheycamewhenthewarmthhadseepedoutoftheirbodies;thiswasthedarkhallofthedead,wherethelivingfearedtotread.

           AndinthemouthoftheemptytombthatwaitedforLordEddardStark,beneathhisstatelygranitelikeness,thesixfugitiveshuddledroundtheirlittlecacheofbreadandwateranddriedmeat."Littleenoughleft,"Oshamutteredassheblinkeddownontheirstores."I’dneedtogoupsoontostealfoodinanycase,orwe’dbedowntoeatingHodor."

           "Hodor,"Hodorsaid,grinningather.

           "Isitdayornightupthere?"Oshawondered."I’velostallcounto’such."

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