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"
Beyond
the
Wall
.
"
Meera
Reed
hung
the
net
from
her
belt
.
"
When
Jojen
told
our
lord
father
what
he
’
d
dreamed
,
he
sent
us
to
Winterfell
.
"
"
How
would
I
break
the
chains
,
Jojen
?
"
Bran
asked
.
"
Open
your
eye
.
"
"
They
are
open
Can
’
t
you
see
?
"
"
Two
are
open
.
"
Jojen
pointed
.
"
One
,
two
.
"
"
I
only
have
two
.
"
"
You
have
three
.
The
crow
gave
you
the
third
,
but
you
will
not
open
it
.
"
He
had
a
slow
soft
way
of
speaking
.
"
With
two
eyes
you
see
my
face
.
With
three
you
could
see
my
heart
.
With
two
you
can
see
that
oak
tree
there
.
With
three
you
could
see
the
acorn
the
oak
grew
from
and
the
stump
that
it
will
one
day
become
.
With
two
you
see
no
farther
than
your
walls
.
With
three
you
would
gaze
south
to
the
Summer
Sea
and
north
beyond
the
Wall
.
"
Summer
got
to
his
feet
.
"
I
don
’
t
need
to
see
so
far
.
"
Bran
made
a
nervous
smile
.
"
I
’
m
tired
of
talking
about
crows
.
Let
’
s
talk
about
wolves
.
Or
lizard
-
lions
.
Have
you
ever
hunted
one
,
Meera
?
We
don
’
t
have
them
here
.
"
Meera
plucked
her
frog
spear
out
of
the
bushes
.
"
They
live
in
the
water
.
In
slow
streams
and
deep
swamps
—
"
