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"
Why
not
?
"
"
Because
it
moves
,
"
she
told
him
.
Bran
had
never
heard
of
a
moving
castle
before
.
He
looked
at
her
uncertainly
,
but
he
couldn
’
t
tell
whether
she
was
teasing
him
or
not
.
"
I
wish
I
could
see
it
.
Do
you
think
your
lord
father
would
let
me
come
visit
when
the
war
is
over
?
"
"
You
would
be
most
welcome
,
my
prince
.
Then
or
now
.
"
"
Now
?
"
Bran
had
spent
his
whole
life
at
Winterfell
.
He
yearned
to
see
far
places
.
"
I
could
ask
Ser
Rodrik
when
he
returns
.
"
The
old
knight
was
off
east
,
trying
to
set
to
rights
the
trouble
there
.
Roose
Bolton
’
s
bastard
had
started
it
by
seizing
Lady
Hornwood
as
she
returned
from
the
harvest
feast
,
marrying
her
that
very
night
even
though
he
was
young
enough
to
be
her
son
.
Then
Lord
Manderly
had
taken
her
castle
.
To
protect
the
Hornwood
holdings
from
the
Boltons
,
he
had
written
,
but
Ser
Rodrik
had
been
almost
as
angry
with
him
as
with
the
bastard
.
"
Ser
Rodrik
might
let
me
go
.
Maester
Luwin
never
would
.
"
Sitting
cross
-
legged
under
the
weirwood
,
Jojen
Reed
regarded
him
solemnly
.
"
It
would
be
good
if
you
left
Winterfell
,
Bran
.
"
"
It
would
?
"
"
Yes
.
And
sooner
rather
than
later
.
"
"
My
brother
has
the
greensight
,
"
said
Meera
.
"
He
dreams
things
that
haven
’
t
happened
,
but
sometimes
they
do
.
"
"
There
is
no
sometimes
,
Meera
.
"
A
look
passed
between
them
;
him
sad
,
her
defiant
.
