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Bran

           

           Meerathoughtsotoo,laterthatnightwhensheandJojenmetBraninhisroomtoplayathree-sidedgameoftiles,butherbrothershookhishead."ThethingsIseeingreendreamscan’tbechanged."

           Thatmadehissisterangry."Whywouldthegodssendawarningifwecan’theeditandchangewhat’stocome?"

           "Idon’tknow,"Jojensaidsadly.

           "IfyouwereAlebelly,you’dprobablyjumpintothewelltohavedonewithit!Heshouldfight,andBranshouldtoo."

           "Me?"Branfeltsuddenlyafraid."WhatshouldIfight?AmIgoingtodrowntoo?"

           Meeralookedathimguiltily."Ishouldn’thavesaid..."

           Hecouldtellthatshewashidingsomething."Didyouseemeinagreendream?"heaskedJojennervously."WasIdrowned?"

           "Notdrowned."Jojenspokeasifeverywordpainedhim."Idreamedofthemanwhocametoday,theonetheycallReek.Youandyourbrotherlaydeadathisfeet,andhewasskinningoffyourfaceswithalongredblade."

           Meerarosetoherfeet."IfIwenttothedungeon,Icoulddriveaspearrightthroughhisheart.HowcouldhemurderBranifhewasdead?"

           "Thegaolerswillstopyou,"Jojensaid."Theguards.Andifyoutellthemwhyyouwanthimdead,they’llneverbelieve."

           "Ihaveguardstoo,"Branremindedthem."AlebellyandPoxyTymandHayheadandtherest"

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