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Bran

           Stranger.Danger.Death.

           Herantowardthesound,hisbrotherracingbesidehim.Thestonedensrosebeforethem,wallsslickandwet.Hebaredhisteeth,buttheman-rocktooknonotice.Agateloomedup,ablackironsnakecoiledtightaboutbarandpost.Whenhecrashedagainstit,thegateshudderedandthesnakeclankedandslitheredandheld.Throughthebarshecouldlookdownthelongstoneburrowthatranbetweenthewallstothestonyfieldbeyond,buttherewasnowaythrough.Hecouldforcehismuzzlebetweenthebars,butnomore.Manyatimehisbrotherhadtriedtocracktheblackbonesofthegatebetweenhisteeth,buttheywouldnotbreak.Theyhadtriedtodigunder,butthereweregreatflatstonesbeneath,half-coveredbyearthandblownleaves.

           Snarling,hepacedbackandforthinfrontofthegate,thenthrewhimselfatitoncemore.Itmovedalittleandslammedhimback.Locked,somethingwhispered.Chained.Thevoicehedidnothear,thescentwithoutasmell.Theotherwayswereclosedaswell.Wheredoorsopenedinthewallsofman-rock,thewoodwasthickandstrong.Therewasnowayout.

           Thereis,thewhispercame,anditseemedasifhecouldseetheshadowofagreattreecoveredinneedles,slantingupoutoftheblackearthtotentimestheheightofaman.Yetwhenhelookedabout,itwasnotthere.Theothersideofthegodswood,thesentinel,hurry,hurry...

           Throughthegloomofnightcameamuffledshout,cutshort.

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