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Bran

           

           "WasitSummer?"

           "Youbequiet."

           "Thenightoftheharvestfeast,youdreamedyouwereSummerinthegodswood,didn’tyou?"

           "Stopit!"Branshouted.Summerslidtowardtheweirwood,hiswhiteteethbared.

           JojenReedtooknomind."WhenItouchedSummer,Ifeltyouinhim.Justasyouareinhimnow."

           "Youcouldn’thave.Iwasinbed.Iwassleeping."

           "Youwereinthegodswood,allingrey."

           "Itwasonlyabaddream..."

           Jojenstood."Ifeltyou.Ifeltyoufall.Isthatwhatscaresyou,thefalling?"

           Thefalling,Branthought,andthegoldenman,thequeen’sbrother,hescaresmetoo,butmostlythefalling.Hedidnotsayit,though.Howcouldhe?HehadnotbeenabletotellSerRodrikorMaesterLuwin,andhecouldnottelltheReedseither.Ifhedidn’ttalkaboutit,maybehewouldforget.Hehadneverwantedtoremember.Itmightnotevenbeatrueremembering.

           "Doyoufalleverynight,Bran?"Jojenaskedquietly.

           AlowrumblinggrowlrosefromSummer’sthroat,andtherewasnoplayinit.Hestalkedforward,allteethandhoteyes.Meerasteppedbetweenthewolfandherbrother,spearinhand."Keephimback,Bran."

           "Jojenismakinghimangry."

           Meerashookouthernet.

           "It’syouranger,Bran,"herbrothersaid.

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