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Maester
Luwin
cut
in
sharply
.
"
You
ought
to
be
ashamed
of
such
talk
,
my
lords
.
Where
is
your
grief
?
Your
uncle
is
dead
.
"
"
Yes
,
"
said
Little
Walder
.
"
We
’
re
very
sad
.
"
They
weren
’
t
,
though
.
Bran
got
a
sick
feeling
in
his
belly
.
They
like
the
taste
of
this
dish
better
than
I
do
.
He
asked
Maester
Luwin
to
be
excused
.
"
Very
well
.
"
The
maester
rang
for
help
.
Hodor
must
have
been
busy
in
the
stables
.
It
was
Osha
who
came
.
She
was
stronger
than
Alebelly
,
though
,
and
had
no
trouble
lifting
Bran
in
her
arms
and
carrying
him
down
the
steps
.
"
Osha
,
"
Bran
asked
as
they
crossed
the
yard
.
"
Do
you
know
the
way
north
?
To
the
Wall
and
.
.
.
and
even
past
?
"
"
The
way
’
s
easy
.
Look
for
the
Ice
Dragon
,
and
chase
the
blue
star
in
the
rider
’
s
eye
.
"
She
backed
through
a
door
and
started
up
the
winding
steps
.
"
And
there
are
still
giants
there
,
and
.
.
.
the
rest
.
.
.
the
Others
,
and
the
children
of
the
forest
too
?
"
"
The
giants
I
’
ve
seen
,
the
children
I
’
ve
heard
tell
of
,
and
the
white
walkers
.
.
.
why
do
you
want
to
know
?
"
"
Did
you
ever
see
a
three
-
eyed
crow
?
"
"
No
.
"
She
laughed
.
"
And
I
can
’
t
say
I
’
d
want
to
.
"
Osha
kicked
open
the
door
to
his
bedchamber
and
set
him
in
his
window
seat
,
where
he
could
watch
the
yard
below
.
