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Bran

           "Areyouunwell?It’sonlyanotherking."

           "Robbwillbeathimtoo."HeturnedDancer’sheadtowardthestables,oblivioustothepuzzledstarestheCerwynsgavehim.Hisbloodwasroaringinhisears,andhadhenotbeenstrappedontohissaddlehemightwellhavefallen.

           ThatnightBranprayedtohisfather’sgodsfordreamlesssleep.Ifthegodsheard,theymockedhishopes,forthenightmaretheysentwasworsethananywolfdream.

           "Flyordie!"criedthethree-eyedcrowasitpeckedathim.Heweptandpleadedbutthecrowhadnopity.Itputouthislefteyeandthenhisright,andwhenhewasblindinthedarkitpeckedathisbrow,drivingitsterriblesharpbeakdeepintohisskull.Hescreameduntilhewascertainhislungsmustburst.Thepainwasanaxesplittinghisheadapart,butwhenthecrowwrenchedoutitsbeakallslimywithbitsofboneandbrain,Brancouldseeagain.Whathesawmadehimgaspinfear.Hewasclingingtoatowermileshigh,andhisfingerswereslipping,nailsscrabblingatthestone,hislegsdragginghimdown,stupiduselessdeadlegs."Helpme!"hecried.Agoldenmanappearedintheskyabovehimandpulledhimup."ThethingsIdoforlove,"hemurmuredsoftlyashetossedhimoutkickingintoemptyair.

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