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"
You
were
in
the
godswood
,
all
in
grey
.
"
"
It
was
only
a
bad
dream
.
.
.
"
Jojen
stood
.
"
I
felt
you
.
I
felt
you
fall
.
Is
that
what
scares
you
,
the
falling
?
"
The
falling
,
Bran
thought
,
and
the
golden
man
,
the
queen
’
s
brother
,
he
scares
me
too
,
but
mostly
the
falling
.
He
did
not
say
it
,
though
.
How
could
he
?
He
had
not
been
able
to
tell
Ser
Rodrik
or
Maester
Luwin
,
and
he
could
not
tell
the
Reeds
either
.
If
he
didn
’
t
talk
about
it
,
maybe
he
would
forget
.
He
had
never
wanted
to
remember
.
It
might
not
even
be
a
true
remembering
.
"
Do
you
fall
every
night
,
Bran
?
"
Jojen
asked
quietly
.
A
low
rumbling
growl
rose
from
Summer
’
s
throat
,
and
there
was
no
play
in
it
.
He
stalked
forward
,
all
teeth
and
hot
eyes
.
Meera
stepped
between
the
wolf
and
her
brother
,
spear
in
hand
.
"
Keep
him
back
,
Bran
.
"
"
Jojen
is
making
him
angry
.
"
Meera
shook
out
her
net
.
"
It
’
s
your
anger
,
Bran
,
"
her
brother
said
.
"
Your
fear
.
"
