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"
I
am
not
Viserys
.
"
"
No
,
"
he
admitted
.
"
There
is
more
of
Rhaegar
in
you
,
I
think
,
but
even
Rhaegar
could
be
slain
.
Robert
proved
that
on
the
Trident
,
with
no
more
than
a
warhammer
.
Even
dragons
can
die
.
"
"
Dragons
die
.
"
She
stood
on
her
toes
to
kiss
him
lightly
on
an
unshaven
cheek
.
"
But
so
do
dragonslayers
.
"
Meera
moved
in
a
wary
circle
,
her
net
dangling
loose
in
her
left
hand
,
the
slender
three
-
pronged
frog
spear
poised
in
her
right
.
Summer
followed
her
with
his
golden
eyes
,
turning
,
his
tail
held
stiff
and
tall
.
Watching
,
watching
.
.
.
"
Yai
!
"
the
girl
shouted
,
the
spear
darting
out
.
The
wolf
slid
to
the
left
and
leapt
before
she
could
draw
back
the
spear
.
Meera
cast
her
net
,
the
tangles
unfolding
in
the
air
before
her
.
Summer
’
s
leap
carried
him
into
it
.
He
dragged
it
with
him
as
he
slammed
into
her
chest
and
knocked
her
over
backward
.
Her
spear
went
spinning
away
.
The
damp
grass
cushioned
her
fall
but
the
breath
went
out
of
her
in
an
"
Oof
.
"
The
wolf
crouched
atop
her
.
Bran
hooted
.
"
You
lose
.
"
"
She
wins
,
"
her
brother
Jojen
said
.
"
Summer
’
s
snared
.
"
He
was
right
,
Bran
saw
.
Thrashing
and
growling
at
the
net
,
trying
to
rip
free
,
Summer
was
only
ensnaring
himself
worse
.
Nor
could
he
bite
through
.
"
Let
him
out
.
"
Laughing
,
the
Reed
girl
threw
her
arms
around
the
tangled
wolf
and
rolled
them
both
.
Summer
gave
a
piteous
whine
,
his
legs
kicking
against
the
cords
that
bound
them
.
Meera
knelt
,
undid
a
twist
,
pulled
at
a
corner
,
tugged
deftly
here
and
there
,
and
suddenly
the
direwolf
was
bounding
free
.
"
Summer
,
to
me
.
"
Bran
spread
his
arms
.
"
Watch
,
"
he
said
,
an
instant
before
the
wolf
bowled
into
him
.
He
clung
with
all
his
strength
as
the
wolf
dragged
him
bumping
through
the
grass
.
