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Bran
nodded
.
"
I
’
ll
remember
.
"
"
I
will
say
nothing
to
Ser
Rodrik
of
what
passed
between
you
and
the
Frey
boys
.
"
"
Thank
you
.
"
They
put
Bran
in
his
father
’
s
oak
chair
with
the
grey
velvet
cushions
,
behind
a
long
plank
-
and
-
trestle
table
.
Ser
Rodrik
sat
on
his
right
hand
and
Maester
Luwin
to
his
left
,
armed
with
quills
and
inkpots
and
a
sheaf
of
blank
parchment
to
write
down
all
that
transpired
.
Bran
ran
a
hand
across
the
rough
wood
of
the
table
and
begged
Lord
Wyman
’
s
pardons
for
being
late
.
"
Why
,
no
prince
is
ever
late
,
"
the
Lord
of
White
Harbor
responded
amiably
.
"
Those
who
arrive
before
him
have
come
early
,
that
’
s
all
.
"
Wyman
Manderly
had
a
great
booming
laugh
.
It
was
small
wonder
he
could
not
sit
a
saddle
;
he
looked
as
if
he
outweighed
most
horses
.
As
windy
as
he
was
vast
,
he
began
by
asking
Winterfell
to
confirm
the
new
customs
officers
he
had
appointed
for
White
Harbor
.
The
old
ones
had
been
holding
back
silver
for
King
’
s
Landing
rather
than
paying
it
over
to
the
new
King
in
the
North
.
"
King
Robb
needs
his
own
coinage
as
well
,
"
he
declared
,
"
and
White
Harbor
is
the
very
place
to
mint
it
.
"
He
offered
to
take
charge
of
the
matter
,
as
it
please
the
king
,
and
went
from
that
to
speak
of
how
he
had
strengthened
the
port
’
s
defenses
,
detailing
the
cost
of
every
improvement
.
In
addition
to
a
mint
,
Lord
Manderly
also
proposed
to
build
Robb
a
warfleet
.
"
We
have
had
no
strength
at
sea
for
hundreds
of
years
,
since
Brandon
the
Burner
put
the
torch
to
his
father
’
s
ships
.
Grant
me
the
gold
and
within
the
year
I
will
float
you
sufficient
galleys
to
take
Dragonstone
and
King
’
s
Landing
both
.
"
Bran
’
s
interest
pricked
up
at
talk
of
warships
.
No
one
asked
him
,
but
he
thought
Lord
Wyman
’
s
notion
a
splendid
one
.
In
his
mind
’
s
eye
he
could
see
them
already
.
He
wondered
if
a
cripple
had
ever
commanded
a
warship
.
But
Ser
Rodrik
promised
only
to
send
the
proposal
on
to
Robb
for
his
consideration
,
while
Maester
Luwin
scratched
at
the
parchment
.
Midday
came
and
went
.
Maester
Luwin
sent
Poxy
Tym
down
to
the
kitchens
,
and
they
dined
in
the
solar
on
cheese
,
capons
,
and
brown
oatbread
.
While
tearing
apart
a
bird
with
fat
fingers
,
Lord
Wyman
made
polite
inquiry
after
Lady
Hornwood
,
who
was
a
cousin
of
his
.
"
She
was
born
a
Manderly
,
you
know
.
Perhaps
,
when
her
grief
has
run
its
course
,
she
would
like
to
be
a
Manderly
again
,
eh
?
"
He
took
a
bite
from
a
wing
,
and
smiled
broadly
.
"
As
it
happens
,
I
am
a
widower
these
past
eight
years
.
Past
time
I
took
another
wife
,
don
’
t
you
agree
,
my
lords
?
A
man
does
get
lonely
.
"
Tossing
the
bones
aside
,
he
reached
for
a
leg
.
"
Or
if
the
lady
fancies
a
younger
lad
,
well
,
my
son
Wendel
is
unwed
as
well
.
He
is
off
south
guarding
Lady
Catelyn
,
but
no
doubt
he
will
wish
to
take
a
bride
on
his
return
.
A
valiant
boy
,
and
jolly
,
just
the
man
to
teach
her
to
laugh
again
,
eh
?
"
He
wiped
a
bit
of
grease
off
his
chin
with
the
sleeve
of
his
tunic
.
Bran
could
hear
the
distant
clash
of
arms
through
the
windows
.
He
cared
nothing
about
marriages
.
