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"
Yes
,
"
said
Bran
.
"
Hodor
.
"
He
pointed
.
On
the
wall
beside
the
door
hung
a
basket
,
stoutly
made
of
wicker
and
leather
,
with
holes
cut
for
Bran
’
s
legs
.
Hodor
slid
his
arms
through
the
straps
and
cinched
the
wide
belt
tight
around
his
chest
,
then
knelt
beside
the
bed
.
Bran
used
the
bars
sunk
into
the
wall
to
support
himself
as
he
swung
the
dead
weight
of
his
legs
into
the
basket
and
through
the
holes
.
"
Hodor
,
"
Hodor
said
again
,
rising
.
The
stableboy
stood
near
seven
feet
tall
all
by
himself
;
on
his
back
Bran
’
s
head
almost
brushed
the
ceiling
.
He
ducked
low
as
they
passed
through
the
door
.
One
time
Hodor
smelled
bread
baking
and
ran
to
the
kitchens
,
and
Bran
got
such
a
crack
that
Maester
Luwin
had
to
sew
up
his
scalp
.
Mikken
had
given
him
a
rusty
old
visorless
helm
from
the
armory
,
but
Bran
seldom
troubled
to
wear
it
.
The
Walders
laughed
whenever
they
saw
it
on
his
head
.
He
rested
his
hands
on
Hodor
’
s
shoulders
as
they
descended
the
winding
stair
.
Outside
,
the
sounds
of
sword
and
shield
and
horse
already
rang
through
the
yard
.
It
made
a
sweet
music
.
I
’
ll
just
have
a
look
,
Bran
thought
,
a
quick
look
,
that
’
s
all
.
The
White
Harbor
lordlings
would
emerge
later
in
the
morning
,
with
their
knights
and
men
-
at
-
arms
.
Until
then
,
the
yard
belonged
to
their
squires
,
who
ranged
in
age
from
ten
to
forty
.
Bran
wished
he
were
one
of
them
so
badly
that
his
stomach
hurt
with
the
wanting
.
Two
quintains
had
been
erected
in
the
courtyard
,
each
a
stout
post
supporting
a
spinning
crossbeam
with
a
shield
at
one
end
and
a
padded
butt
at
the
other
.
The
shields
had
been
painted
red
-
and
-
gold
,
though
the
Lannister
lions
were
lumpy
and
misshapen
,
and
already
well
scarred
by
the
first
boys
to
take
a
tilt
at
them
.
The
sight
of
Bran
in
his
basket
drew
stares
from
those
who
had
not
seen
it
before
,
but
he
had
learned
to
ignore
stares
.
At
least
he
had
a
good
view
;
on
Hodor
’
s
back
,
he
towered
over
everyone
.
The
Walders
were
mounting
up
,
he
saw
.
They
’
d
brought
fine
armor
up
from
the
Twins
,
shining
silver
plate
with
enameled
blue
chasings
.
Big
Walder
’
s
crest
was
shaped
like
a
castle
,
while
Little
Walder
favored
streamers
of
blue
and
grey
silk
.
Their
shields
and
surcoats
also
set
them
apart
from
each
other
.
Little
Walder
quartered
the
twin
towers
of
Frey
with
the
brindled
boar
of
his
grandmother
’
s
House
and
the
plowman
of
his
mother
’
s
:
Crakehall
and
Darry
,
respectively
.
Big
Walder
’
s
quarterings
were
the
tree
-
and
-
ravens
of
House
Blackwood
and
the
twining
snakes
of
the
Paeges
.
They
must
be
hungry
for
honor
,
Bran
thought
as
he
watched
them
take
up
their
lances
.
A
Stark
needs
only
the
direwolf
.
Their
dappled
grey
coursers
were
swift
,
strong
,
and
beautifully
trained
.
Side
by
side
they
charged
the
quintains
.
Both
hit
the
shields
cleanly
and
were
well
past
before
the
padded
butts
came
spinning
around
.
Little
Walder
struck
the
harder
blow
,
but
Bran
thought
Big
Walder
sat
his
horse
better
.
He
would
have
given
both
his
useless
legs
for
the
chance
to
ride
against
either
.
