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Bran

           Hisfingersfumbledalittleasheswungbacktheshutters.Theyardwasempty,andallthewindowshecouldseewereblack.Winterfellslept."Hodor!"heshouteddown,asloudashecould.Hodorwouldbeasleepabovethestables,butmaybeifheyelledloudenoughhe’dhear,orsomebodywould."Hodor,comefast!Osha!Meera,Jojen,anyone!"Brancuppedhishandsaroundhismouth."HOOOOODOOOOOR!"

           Butwhenthedoorcrashedopenbehindhim,themanwhosteppedthroughwasnooneBranknew.Heworealeatherjerkinsewnwithoverlappingirondisks,andcarriedadirkinonehandandanaxestrappedtohisback."Whatdoyouwant?"Brandemanded,afraid."Thisismyroom.Yougetoutofhere."

           TheonGreyjoyfollowedhimintothebedchamber."We’renotheretoharmyou,Bran."

           "Theon?"Branfeltdizzywithrelief."DidRobbsendyou?Isheheretoo?"

           "Robb’sfaraway.Hecan’thelpyounow."

           "Helpme?"Hewasconfused."Don’tscareme,Theon."

           "I’mPrinceTheonnow.We’rebothprinces,Bran.Whowouldhavedreamedit?ButI’vetakenyourcastle,myprince."

           "Winterfell?"Branshookhishead."No,youcouldn’t."

           "Leaveus,Werlag."Themanwiththedirkwithdrew.Theonseatedhimselfonthebed."Isentfourmenoverthewallswithgrapplingclawsandropes,andtheyopenedaposterngatefortherestofus.

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