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Bran

           Butwheretotakethem?I’dthought,mightbetheseCerwyns..."

           MaesterLuwinshookhishead,thoughitwasplaintoseewhattheeffortcosthim."Cerwynboy’sdead.SerRodrik,LeobaldTallhart,LadyHornwood...allslain.Deepwoodfallen,MoatCailin,soonTorrhen’sSquare.IronmenontheStonyShore.Andeast,theBastardofBolton."

           "Thenwhere?"askedOsha.

           "WhiteHarbor...theUmbers...Idonotknow...wareverywhere...eachmanagainsthisneighbor,andwintercoming...suchfolly,suchblackmadfolly..."MaesterLuwinreachedupandgraspedBran’sforearm,hisfingersclosingwithadesperatestrength."Youmustbestrongnow.Strong."

           "Iwillbe,"Bransaid,thoughitwashard.SerRodrikkilledandMaesterLuwin,everyone,everyone...

           "Good,"themaestersaid."Agoodboy.Your...yourfather’sson,Bran.Nowgo."

           Oshagazedupattheweirwood,attheredfacecarvedinthepaletrunk."Andleaveyouforthegods?"

           "Ibeg..."Themaesterswallowed."A...adrinkofwater,and...anotherboon.Ifyouwould..."

           "Aye."SheturnedtoMeera."Taketheboys."

           JojenandMeeraledRickonoutbetweenthem.Hodorfollowed.LowbrancheswhippedatBran’sfaceastheypushedbetweenthetrees,andtheleavesbrushedawayhistears.Oshajoinedthemintheyardafewmomentslater.ShesaidnowordofMaesterLuwin.

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