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Two
Glover
men
began
a
spinning
skirl
on
bladder
and
woodharp
.
Mors
Umber
was
the
first
on
his
feet
.
He
seized
a
passing
serving
girl
by
the
arm
,
knocking
the
flagon
of
wine
out
of
her
hands
to
shatter
on
the
floor
.
Amidst
the
rushes
and
bones
and
bits
of
bread
that
littered
the
stone
,
he
whirled
her
and
spun
her
and
tossed
her
in
the
air
.
The
girl
squealed
with
laughter
and
turned
red
as
her
skirts
swirled
and
lifted
.
Others
soon
joined
in
.
Hodor
began
to
dance
all
by
himself
,
while
Lord
Wyman
asked
little
Beth
Cassel
to
partner
him
.
For
all
his
size
,
he
moved
gracefully
.
When
he
tired
,
Cley
Cerwyn
danced
with
the
child
in
his
stead
.
Ser
Rodrik
approached
Lady
Hornwood
,
but
she
made
her
excuses
and
took
her
leave
.
Bran
watched
long
enough
to
be
polite
,
and
then
had
Hodor
summoned
.
He
was
hot
and
tired
,
flushed
from
the
wine
,
and
the
dancing
made
him
sad
.
It
was
something
else
he
could
never
do
.
"
I
want
to
go
.
"
"
Hodor
,
"
Hodor
shouted
back
,
kneeling
.
Maester
Luwin
and
Hayhead
lifted
him
into
his
basket
.
The
folk
of
Winterfell
had
seen
this
sight
half
a
hundred
times
,
but
doubtless
it
looked
queer
to
the
guests
,
some
of
whom
were
more
curious
than
polite
.
Bran
felt
the
stares
.
They
went
out
the
rear
rather
than
walk
the
length
of
the
hall
,
Bran
ducking
his
head
as
they
passed
through
the
lord
’
s
door
.
In
the
dim
-
lit
gallery
outside
the
Great
Hall
,
they
came
upon
Joseth
the
master
of
horse
engaged
in
a
different
sort
of
riding
.
He
had
some
woman
Bran
did
not
know
shoved
up
against
the
wall
,
her
skirts
around
her
waist
.
She
was
giggling
until
Hodor
stopped
to
watch
.
Then
she
screamed
.
"
Leave
them
be
,
Hodor
,
"
Bran
had
to
tell
him
.
"
Take
me
to
my
bedchamber
.
"
Hodor
carried
him
up
the
winding
steps
to
his
tower
and
knelt
beside
one
of
the
iron
bars
that
Mikken
had
driven
into
the
wall
.
Bran
used
the
bars
to
move
himself
to
the
bed
,
and
Hodor
pulled
off
his
boots
and
breeches
.
"
You
can
go
back
to
the
feast
now
,
but
don
’
t
go
bothering
Joseth
and
that
woman
,
"
Bran
said
.
"
Hodor
,
"
Hodor
replied
,
bobbing
his
head
.
When
he
blew
out
his
bedside
candle
,
darkness
covered
him
like
a
soft
,
familiar
blanket
.
The
faint
sound
of
music
drifted
through
his
shuttered
window
.
Something
his
father
had
told
him
once
when
he
was
little
came
back
to
him
suddenly
.
He
had
asked
Lord
Eddard
if
the
Kingsguard
were
truly
the
finest
knights
in
the
Seven
Kingdoms
.
"
No
longer
,
"
he
answered
,
"
but
once
they
were
a
marvel
,
a
shining
lesson
to
the
world
.
"
