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Bran

           Thegreenandyellowpanesoftheglassgardenswereallinshards,thetreesandfruitsandflowerstornuporleftexposedtodie.Ofthestables,madeofwoodandthatch,nothingremainedbutashes,embers,anddeadhorses.BranthoughtofhisDancer,andwantedtoweep.TherewasashallowsteaminglakebeneaththeLibraryTower,andhotwatergushingfromacrackinitsside.ThebridgebetweentheBellTowerandtherookeryhadcollapsedintotheyardbelow,andMaesterLuwin’sturretwasgone.TheysawadullredglowshiningupthroughthenarrowcellarwindowsbeneaththeGreatKeep,andasecondfirestillburninginoneofthestorehouses.

           Oshacalledsoftlythroughtheblowingsmokeastheywent,butnooneanswered.Theysawonedogworryingatacorpse,butheranwhenhecaughtthescentsofthedirewolves;theresthadbeenslaininthekennels.Themaester’sravenswerepayingcourttosomeofthecorpses,whilethecrowsfromthebrokentowerattendedothers.BranrecognizedPoxyTym,eventhoughsomeonehadtakenanaxetohisface.Onecharredcorpse,outsidetheashenshellofMother’ssept,satwithhisarmsdrawnupandhishandsballedintohardblackfists,asiftopunchanyonewhodaredapproachhim."Ifthegodsaregood,"Oshasaidinalowangryvoice,"theOtherswilltakethemthatdidthiswork."

           "ItwasTheon,"Bransaidblackly.

           "No.Look."Shepointedacrosstheyardwithherspear."That’soneofhisironmen.Andthere.

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