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The
maester
set
down
the
candle
and
wiped
the
blood
off
his
cheek
.
"
They
swam
the
moat
.
Climbed
the
walls
with
hook
and
rope
.
Came
over
wet
and
dripping
,
steel
in
hand
.
"
He
sat
on
the
chair
by
the
door
,
as
fresh
blood
flowed
.
"
Alebelly
was
on
the
gate
,
they
surprised
him
in
the
turret
and
killed
him
.
Hayhead
’
s
wounded
as
well
.
I
had
time
to
send
off
two
ravens
before
they
burst
in
.
The
bird
to
White
Harbor
got
away
,
but
they
brought
down
the
other
with
an
arrow
.
"
The
maester
stared
at
the
rushes
.
"
Ser
Rodrik
took
too
many
of
our
men
,
but
I
am
to
blame
as
much
as
he
is
.
I
never
saw
this
danger
,
I
never
.
.
.
"
Jojen
saw
it
,
Bran
thought
.
"
You
better
help
me
dress
.
"
"
Yes
,
that
’
s
so
.
"
In
the
heavy
ironbound
chest
at
the
foot
of
Bran
’
s
bed
the
maester
found
smallclothes
,
breeches
,
and
tunic
.
"
You
are
the
Stark
in
Winterfell
,
and
Robb
’
s
heir
.
You
must
look
princely
.
"
Together
they
garbed
him
as
befit
a
lord
.
"
Theon
wants
me
to
yield
the
castle
,
"
Bran
said
as
the
maester
was
fastening
the
cloak
with
his
favorite
wolf
’
s
-
head
clasp
of
silver
and
jet
.
"
There
is
no
shame
in
that
.
A
lord
must
protect
his
smallfolk
.
Cruel
places
breed
cruel
peoples
,
Bran
,
remember
that
as
you
deal
with
these
ironmen
.
Your
lord
father
did
what
he
could
to
gentle
Theon
,
but
I
fear
it
was
too
little
and
too
late
.
"
The
ironman
who
came
for
them
was
a
squat
thick
-
bodied
man
with
a
coal
-
black
beard
that
covered
half
his
chest
.
He
bore
the
boy
easily
enough
,
though
he
looked
none
too
happy
with
the
task
.
Rickon
’
s
bedchamber
was
a
half
turn
down
the
steps
.
The
four
-
year
-
old
was
cranky
at
being
woken
.
"
I
want
Mother
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
want
her
.
And
Shaggydog
too
.
"
"
Your
mother
is
far
away
,
my
prince
.
"
Maester
Luwin
pulled
a
bed
-
robe
over
the
child
’
s
head
.
"
But
I
’
m
here
,
and
Bran
.
"
He
took
Rickon
by
the
hand
and
led
him
out
.
Below
,
they
came
on
Meera
and
Jojen
being
herded
from
their
room
by
a
bald
man
whose
spear
was
three
feet
taller
than
he
was
.
When
Jojen
looked
at
Bran
,
his
eyes
were
green
pools
full
of
sorrow
.
Other
ironmen
had
rousted
the
Freys
.
"
Your
brother
’
s
lost
his
kingdom
,
"
Little
Walder
told
Bran
.
"
You
’
re
no
prince
now
,
just
a
hostage
.
"
"
So
are
you
,
"
Jojen
said
,
"
and
me
,
and
all
of
us
.
"
"
No
one
was
talking
to
you
,
frogeater
.
"
