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Bran

           Andthat’sGreyjoy’swarhorse,see?Theblackonewiththearrowsinhim."Shemovedamongthedead,frowning."Andhere’sBlackLorren."Hehadbeenhackedandcutsobadlythathisbeardlookedareddish-brownnow."Tookafewwithhim,hedid."Oshaturnedoveroneoftheothercorpseswithherfoot."There’sabadge.Alittleman,allred."

           "TheflayedmanoftheDreadfort,"saidBran.

           Summerhowled,anddartedaway.

           "Thegodswood."MeeraReedranafterthedirewolf,hershieldandfrogspeartohand.Therestofthemtrailedafter,threadingtheirwaythroughsmokeandfallenstones.Theairwassweeterunderthetrees.Afewpinesalongtheedgeofthewoodhadbeenscorched,butdeeperinthedampsoilandgreenwoodhaddefeatedtheflames.

           "Thereisapowerinlivingwood,"saidJojenReed,almostasifheknewwhatBranwasthinking,"apowerstrongasfire."

           Ontheedgeoftheblackpool,beneaththeshelterofthehearttree,MaesterLuwinlayonhisbellyinthedirt.Atrailofbloodtwistedbackthroughdampleaveswherehehadcrawled.Summerstoodoverhim,andBranthoughthewasdeadatfirst,butwhenMeeratouchedhisthroat,themaestermoaned.

           "Hodor?"Hodorsaidmournfully."Hodor?"

           Gently,theyeasedLuwinontohisback.Hehadgreyeyesandgreyhair,andoncehisrobeshadbeengreyaswell,buttheyweredarkernowwherethebloodhadsoakedthrough.

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