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"
Who
can
know
the
mind
of
a
wolf
?
"
Ser
Rodrik
Cassel
said
when
Bran
asked
him
why
they
howled
.
Bran
’
s
lady
mother
had
named
him
castellan
of
Winterfell
in
her
absence
,
and
his
duties
left
him
little
time
for
idle
questions
.
"
It
’
s
freedom
they
’
re
calling
for
,
"
declared
Farlen
,
who
was
kennelmaster
and
had
no
more
love
for
the
direwolves
than
his
hounds
did
.
"
They
don
’
t
like
being
walled
up
,
and
who
’
s
to
blame
them
?
Wild
things
belong
in
the
wild
,
not
in
a
castle
.
"
"
They
want
to
hunt
,
"
agreed
Gage
the
cook
as
he
tossed
cubes
of
suet
in
a
great
kettle
of
stew
.
"
A
wolf
smells
better
’
n
any
man
.
Like
as
not
,
they
’
ve
caught
the
scent
o
’
prey
.
"
Maester
Luwin
did
not
think
so
.
"
Wolves
often
howl
at
the
moon
.
These
are
howling
at
the
comet
.
See
how
bright
it
is
,
Bran
?
Perchance
they
think
it
is
the
moon
.
"
When
Bran
repeated
that
to
Osha
,
she
laughed
aloud
.
"
Your
wolves
have
more
wit
than
your
maester
,
"
the
wildling
woman
said
.
"
They
know
truths
the
grey
man
has
forgotten
.
"
The
way
she
said
it
made
him
shiver
,
and
when
he
asked
what
the
comet
meant
,
she
answered
,
"
Blood
and
fire
,
boy
,
and
nothing
sweet
.
"
Bran
asked
Septon
Chayle
about
the
comet
while
they
were
sorting
through
some
scrolls
snatched
from
the
library
fire
.
"
It
is
the
sword
that
slays
the
season
,
"
he
replied
,
and
soon
after
the
white
raven
came
from
Oldtown
bringing
word
of
autumn
,
so
doubtless
he
was
right
.
Though
Old
Nan
did
not
think
so
,
and
she
’
d
lived
longer
than
any
of
them
.
"
Dragons
,
"
she
said
,
lifting
her
head
and
sniffing
.
She
was
near
blind
and
could
not
see
the
comet
,
yet
she
claimed
she
could
smell
it
.
"
It
be
dragons
,
boy
,
"
she
insisted
.
Bran
got
no
princes
from
Nan
,
no
more
than
he
ever
had
.
Hodor
said
only
,
"
Hodor
.
"
That
was
all
he
ever
said
.
And
still
the
direwolves
howled
.
The
guards
on
the
walls
muttered
curses
,
hounds
in
the
kennels
barked
furiously
,
horses
kicked
at
their
stalls
,
the
Walders
shivered
by
their
fire
,
and
even
Maester
Luwin
complained
of
sleepless
nights
.
Only
Bran
did
not
mind
.
Ser
Rodrik
had
confined
the
wolves
to
the
godswood
after
Shaggydog
bit
Little
Walder
,
but
the
stones
of
Winterfell
played
queer
tricks
with
sound
,
and
sometimes
it
sounded
as
if
they
were
in
the
yard
right
below
Bran
’
s
window
.
Other
times
he
would
have
sworn
they
were
up
on
the
curtain
walls
,
loping
round
like
sentries
.
He
wished
that
he
could
see
them
.
