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"
In
the
dark
of
night
the
salt
sea
will
flow
over
these
walls
,
"
said
Jojen
.
"
I
saw
the
dead
,
bloated
and
drowned
.
"
"
We
have
to
tell
them
,
"
Bran
said
.
"
Alebelly
and
Mikken
,
and
Septon
Chayle
.
Tell
them
not
to
drown
.
"
"
It
will
not
save
them
,
"
replied
the
boy
in
green
.
Meera
came
to
the
window
seat
and
put
a
hand
on
his
shoulder
.
"
They
will
not
believe
,
Bran
.
No
more
than
you
did
.
"
Jojen
sat
on
Bran
’
s
bed
.
"
Tell
me
what
you
dream
.
"
He
was
scared
,
even
then
,
but
he
had
sworn
to
trust
them
,
and
a
Stark
of
Winterfell
keeps
his
sworn
word
.
"
There
’
s
different
kinds
,
"
he
said
slowly
.
"
There
’
s
the
wolf
dreams
,
those
aren
’
t
so
bad
as
the
others
.
I
run
and
hunt
and
kill
squirrels
.
And
there
’
s
dreams
where
the
crow
comes
and
tells
me
to
fly
.
Sometimes
the
tree
is
in
those
dreams
too
,
calling
my
name
.
That
frightens
me
.
But
the
worst
dreams
are
when
I
fall
.
"
He
looked
down
into
the
yard
,
feeling
miserable
.
"
I
never
used
to
fall
before
.
When
I
climbed
,
I
went
everyplace
,
up
on
the
roofs
and
along
the
walls
,
I
used
to
feed
the
crows
in
the
Burned
Tower
.
Mother
was
afraid
that
I
would
fall
but
I
knew
I
never
would
.
Only
I
did
,
and
now
when
I
sleep
I
fall
all
the
time
.
"
Meera
gave
his
shoulder
a
squeeze
.
"
Is
that
all
?
"
"
I
guess
.
"
"
Warg
,
"
said
Jojen
Reed
.
Bran
looked
at
him
,
his
eyes
wide
.
"
What
?
"
