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Leobald
Tallhart
had
his
turn
the
following
day
.
He
spoke
of
weather
portents
and
the
slack
wits
of
smallfolk
,
and
told
how
his
nephew
itched
for
battle
.
"
Benfred
has
raised
his
own
company
of
lances
.
Boys
,
none
older
than
nineteen
years
,
but
every
one
thinks
he
’
s
another
young
wolf
.
When
I
told
them
they
were
only
young
rabbits
,
they
laughed
at
me
.
Now
they
call
themselves
the
Wild
Hares
and
gallop
about
the
country
with
rabbitskins
tied
to
the
ends
of
their
lances
,
singing
songs
of
chivalry
.
"
Bran
thought
that
sounded
grand
.
He
remembered
Benfred
Tallhart
,
a
big
bluff
loud
boy
who
had
often
visited
Winterfell
with
his
father
,
Ser
Helman
,
and
had
been
friendly
with
Robb
and
with
Theon
Greyjoy
.
But
Ser
Rodrik
was
clearly
displeased
by
what
he
heard
.
"
If
the
king
were
in
need
of
more
men
,
he
would
send
for
them
,
"
he
said
.
"
Instruct
your
nephew
that
he
is
to
remain
at
Torrhen
’
s
Square
,
as
his
lord
father
commanded
.
"
"
I
will
,
ser
,
"
said
Leobald
,
and
only
then
raised
the
matter
of
Lady
Hornwood
.
Poor
thing
,
with
no
husband
to
defend
her
lands
nor
son
to
inherit
.
His
own
lady
wife
was
a
Hornwood
,
sister
to
the
late
Lord
Halys
,
doubtless
they
recalled
.
"
An
empty
hall
is
a
sad
one
.
I
had
a
thought
to
send
my
younger
son
to
Lady
Donella
to
foster
as
her
own
.
Beren
is
near
ten
,
a
likely
lad
,
and
her
own
nephew
.
He
would
cheer
her
,
I
am
certain
,
and
perhaps
he
would
even
take
the
name
Hornwood
.
.
.
"
"
If
he
were
named
heir
?
"
suggested
Maester
Luwin
.
"
.
.
.
so
the
House
might
continue
,
"
finished
Leobald
.
Bran
knew
what
to
say
.
"
Thank
you
for
the
notion
,
my
lord
,
"
he
blurted
out
before
Ser
Rodrik
could
speak
.
"
We
will
bring
the
matter
to
my
brother
Robb
.
Oh
,
and
Lady
Hornwood
.
"
Leobald
seemed
surprised
that
he
had
spoken
.
"
I
’
m
grateful
,
my
prince
,
"
he
said
,
but
Bran
saw
pity
in
his
pale
blue
eyes
,
mingled
perhaps
with
a
little
gladness
that
the
cripple
was
,
after
all
,
not
his
son
.
For
a
moment
he
hated
the
man
.
Maester
Luwin
liked
him
better
,
though
.
"
Beren
Tallhart
may
well
be
our
best
answer
,
"
he
told
them
when
Leobald
had
gone
.
"
By
blood
he
is
half
Hornwood
.
If
he
takes
his
uncle
’
s
name
.
.
.
"
"
.
.
.
he
will
still
be
a
boy
,
"
said
Ser
Rodrik
,
"
and
hard
-
pressed
to
hold
his
lands
against
the
likes
of
Mors
Umber
or
this
bastard
of
Roose
Bolton
’
s
.
We
must
think
on
this
carefully
.
Robb
should
have
our
best
counsel
before
he
makes
his
decision
.
"
"
It
may
come
down
to
practicalities
,
"
said
Maester
Luwin
.
"
Which
lord
he
most
needs
to
court
.
The
riverlands
are
part
of
his
realm
,
he
may
wish
to
cement
the
alliance
by
wedding
Lady
Hornwood
to
one
of
the
lords
of
the
Trident
.
A
Blackwood
,
perhaps
,
or
a
Frey
—
"
