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Bran

           IhopeSummerwasn’thurtfallingfromthetree.

           TheonGreyjoywasseatedinthehighseatoftheStarks.Hehadtakenoffhiscloak.OverashirtoffinemailheworeablacksurcoatemblazonedwiththegoldenkrakenofhisHouse.Hishandsrestedonthewolves’headscarvedattheendsofthewidestonearms."Theon’ssittinginRobb’schair,"Rickonsaid.

           "Hush,Rickon."Brancouldfeelthemenacearoundthem,buthisbrotherwastooyoung.Afewtorcheshadbeenlit,andafirekindledinthegreathearth,butmostofthehallremainedindarkness.Therewasnoplacetositwiththebenchesstackedagainstthewalls,sothecastlefolkstoodinsmallgroups,notdaringtospeak.HesawOldNan,hertoothlessmouthopeningandclosing.Hayheadwascarriedinbetweentwooftheotherguards,abloodstainedbandagewrappedabouthisbarechest.PoxyTymweptinconsolably,andBethCasselcriedwithfear.

           "Whathavewehere?"TheonaskedoftheReedsandFreys.

           "TheseareLadyCatelyn’swards,bothnamedWalderFrey,"MaesterLuwinexplained."AndthisisJojenReedandhissisterMeera,sonanddaughtertoHowlandReedofGreywaterWatch,whocametorenewtheiroathsoffealtytoWinterfell."

           "Somemightcallthatill-timed,"saidTheon,"thoughnotforme.Hereyouareandhereyou’llstay."Hevacatedthehighseat."Bringtheprincehere,Lorren."Theblack-beardedmandumpedBranontothestoneasifhewereasackofoats.

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