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Bran

           

           PeoplewerestillbeingdrivenintotheGreatHall,proddedalongwithshoutsandthebuttsofthespears.GageandOshaarrivedfromthekitchens,spottedwithflourfrommakingthemorningbread.Mikkentheydraggedincursing.Farlenenteredlimping,strugglingtosupportPalla.Herdresshadbeenrippedintwo;shehelditupwithaclenchedfistandwalkedasifeverystepwereagony.SeptonChaylerushedtolendahand,butoneoftheironmenknockedhimtothefloor.

           ThelastmanmarchedthroughthedoorswastheprisonerReek,whosestenchprecededhim,ripeandpungent.Branfelthisstomachtwistatthesmellofhim."Wefoundthisonelockedinatowercell,"announcedhisescort,abeardlessyouthwithginger-coloredhairandsoddenclothing,doubtlessoneofthosewho’dswumthemoat."HesaystheycallhimReek."

           "Can’tthinkwhy,"Theonsaid,smiling."Doyoualwayssmellsobad,ordidyoujustfinishfuckingapig?"

           "Haven’tfuckednoonesincetheytookme,m’lord.Heke’smetruename.IwasinservicetotheBastardo’theDreadforttilltheStarksgivehimanarrowinthebackforaweddinggift."

           Theonfoundthatamusing."Whodidhemarry?"

           "Thewidowo’Hornwood,m’lord."

           "Thatcrone?Washeblind?Shehasteatslikeemptywineskins,dryandwithered."

           "Itwasn’therteatshewedherfor,m’lord."

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