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Bran

           

           "Day,"Brantoldher,"butit’sdarkfromallthesmoke."

           "M’lordiscertain?"

           Nevermovinghisbrokenbody,hereachedoutallthesame,andforaninstanthewasseeingdouble.TherestoodOshaholdingthetorch,andMeeraandJojenandHodor,andthedoublerowoftallgranitepillarsandlongdeadlordsbehindthemstretchingawayintodarkness...buttherewasWinterfellaswell,greywithdriftingsmoke,themassiveoak-and-irongatescharredandaskew,thedrawbridgedowninatangleofbrokenchainsandmissingplanks.Bodiesfloatedinthemoat,islandsforthecrows.

           "Certain,"hedeclared.

           Oshachewedonthatamoment."I’llriskalookthen.Iwanttheloto’youclosebehind.Meera,getBran’sbasket."

           "Arewegoinghome?"Rickonaskedexcitedly."Iwantmyhorse.AndIwantapplecakesandbutterandhoney,andShaggy.ArewegoingwhereShaggydogis?"

           "Yes,"Branpromised,"butyouhavetobequiet."

           MeerastrappedthewickerbaskettoHodor’sbackandhelpedliftBranintoit,easinghisuselesslegsthroughtheholes.Hehadaqueerflutterinhisbelly.Heknewwhatawaitedthemabove,butthatdidnotmakeitanylessfearful.Astheysetoff,heturnedtogivehisfatheronelastlook,anditseemedtoBranthattherewasasadnessinLordEddard’seyes,asifhedidnotwantthemtogo.Wehaveto,hethought.It’stime.

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