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And
then
Bran
was
back
abed
in
his
lonely
tower
room
,
tangled
in
his
blankets
,
his
breath
coming
hard
.
"
Summer
,
"
he
cried
aloud
.
"
Summer
.
"
His
shoulder
seemed
to
ache
,
as
if
he
had
fallen
on
it
,
but
he
knew
it
was
only
the
ghost
of
what
the
wolf
was
feeling
.
Jojen
told
it
true
.
I
am
a
beastling
.
Outside
he
could
hear
the
faint
barking
of
dogs
.
The
sea
has
come
.
It
’
s
flowing
over
the
walls
,
just
as
Jojen
saw
.
Bran
grabbed
the
bar
overhead
and
pulled
himself
up
,
shouting
for
help
.
No
one
came
,
and
after
a
moment
he
remembered
that
no
one
would
.
They
had
taken
the
guard
off
his
door
.
Ser
Rodrik
had
needed
every
man
of
fighting
age
he
could
lay
his
hands
on
,
so
Winterfell
had
been
left
with
only
a
token
garrison
.
The
rest
had
left
eight
days
past
,
six
hundred
men
from
Winterfell
and
the
nearest
holdfasts
.
Cley
Cerwyn
was
bringing
three
hundred
more
to
join
them
on
the
march
,
and
Maester
Luwin
had
sent
ravens
before
them
,
summoning
levies
from
White
Harbor
and
the
barrowlands
and
even
the
deep
places
inside
the
wolfswood
.
Torrhen
’
s
Square
was
under
attack
by
some
monstrous
war
chief
named
Dagmer
Cleftjaw
.
Old
Nan
said
he
couldn
’
t
be
killed
,
that
once
a
foe
had
cut
his
head
in
two
with
an
axe
,
but
Dagmer
was
so
fierce
he
’
d
just
pushed
the
two
halves
back
together
and
held
them
until
they
healed
up
.
Could
Dagmer
have
won
?
Torrhen
’
s
Square
was
many
days
from
Winterfell
,
yet
still
.
.
.
Bran
pulled
himself
from
the
bed
,
moving
bar
to
bar
until
he
reached
the
windows
.
His
fingers
fumbled
a
little
as
he
swung
back
the
shutters
.
The
yard
was
empty
,
and
all
the
windows
he
could
see
were
black
.
Winterfell
slept
.
"
Hodor
!
"
he
shouted
down
,
as
loud
as
he
could
.
Hodor
would
be
asleep
above
the
stables
,
but
maybe
if
he
yelled
loud
enough
he
’
d
hear
,
or
somebody
would
.
"
Hodor
,
come
fast
!
Osha
!
Meera
,
Jojen
,
anyone
!
"
Bran
cupped
his
hands
around
his
mouth
.
"
HOOOOODOOOOOR
!
"
But
when
the
door
crashed
open
behind
him
,
the
man
who
stepped
through
was
no
one
Bran
knew
.
He
wore
a
leather
jerkin
sewn
with
overlapping
iron
disks
,
and
carried
a
dirk
in
one
hand
and
an
axe
strapped
to
his
back
.
"
What
do
you
want
?
"
Bran
demanded
,
afraid
.
"
This
is
my
room
.
You
get
out
of
here
.
"
Theon
Greyjoy
followed
him
into
the
bedchamber
.
"
We
’
re
not
here
to
harm
you
,
Bran
.
"
"
Theon
?
"
Bran
felt
dizzy
with
relief
.
"
Did
Robb
send
you
?
Is
he
here
too
?
"
"
Robb
’
s
far
away
.
He
can
’
t
help
you
now
.
"
"
Help
me
?
"
He
was
confused
.
"
Don
’
t
scare
me
,
Theon
.
"
"
I
’
m
Prince
Theon
now
.
We
’
re
both
princes
,
Bran
.
Who
would
have
dreamed
it
?
But
I
’
ve
taken
your
castle
,
my
prince
.
"
