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Bran

           Brantookanothersipofthespicedhoneywinefromhisfather’sgoblet,gratefulforsomethingtoclutch.Thelifelikeheadofasnarlingdirewolfwasraisedonthesideofthecup.Hefeltthesilvermuzzlepressingagainsthispalm,andrememberedthelasttimehehadseenhislordfatherdrinkfromthisgoblet.

           Ithadbeenthenightofthewelcomingfeast,whenKingRoberthadbroughthiscourttoWinterfell.Summerstillreignedthen.HisparentshadsharedthedaiswithRobertandhisqueen,withherbrothersbesideher.UncleBenjenhadbeentheretoo,allinblack.Branandhisbrothersandsisterssatwiththeking’schildren,JoffreyandTommenandPrincessMyrcella,who’dspentthewholemealgazingatRobbwithadoringeyes.Aryamadefacesacrossthetablewhennoonewaslooking;Sansalistenedraptlywhiletheking’shighharpersangsongsofchivalry,andRickonkeptaskingwhyJonwasn’twiththem."Becausehe’sabastard,"Branfinallyhadtowhispertohim.

           Andnowtheyareallgone.Itwasasifsomecruelgodhadreacheddownwithagreathandandsweptthemallaway,thegirlstocaptivity,JontotheWall,RobbandMothertowar,KingRobertandFathertotheirgraves,andperhapsUncleBenjenaswell...

           Evendownonthebenches,therewerenewmenatthetables.Jorywasdead,andFatTom,andPorther,Alyn,Desmond,Hullenwhohadbeenmasterofhorse,Harwinhisson...allthosewhohadgonesouthwithhisfather,evenSeptaMordaneandVayonPoole.

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