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"
Did
the
crow
have
three
eyes
?
"
Jojen
nodded
.
Summer
raised
his
head
from
Bran
’
s
lap
,
and
gazed
at
the
mudman
with
his
dark
golden
eyes
.
"
When
I
was
little
I
almost
died
of
greywater
fever
.
That
was
when
the
crow
came
to
me
.
"
"
He
came
to
me
after
I
fell
,
"
Bran
blurted
.
"
I
was
asleep
for
a
long
time
.
He
said
I
had
to
fly
or
die
,
and
I
woke
up
,
only
I
was
broken
and
I
couldn
’
t
fly
after
all
.
"
"
You
can
if
you
want
to
.
"
Picking
up
her
net
,
Meera
shook
out
the
last
tangles
and
began
arranging
it
in
loose
folds
.
"
You
are
the
winged
wolf
,
Bran
,
"
said
Jojen
.
"
I
wasn
’
t
sure
when
we
first
came
,
but
now
I
am
.
The
crow
sent
us
here
to
break
your
chains
.
"
"
Is
the
crow
at
Greywater
?
"
"
No
.
The
crow
is
in
the
north
.
"
"
At
the
Wall
?
"
Bran
had
always
wanted
to
see
the
Wall
.
His
bastard
brother
Jon
was
there
now
,
a
man
of
the
Night
’
s
Watch
.
