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"
I
will
,
"
Big
Walder
declared
.
"
We
’
re
not
the
only
Walders
either
.
Ser
Stevron
has
a
grandson
,
Black
Walder
,
he
’
s
fourth
in
line
of
succession
,
and
there
’
s
Red
Walder
,
Ser
Emmon
’
s
son
,
and
Bastard
Walder
,
who
isn
’
t
in
the
line
at
all
.
He
’
s
called
Walder
Rivers
not
Walder
Frey
.
Plus
there
’
s
girls
named
Walda
.
"
"
And
Tyr
.
You
always
forget
Tyr
.
"
"
He
’
s
Waltyr
,
not
Walder
,
"
Big
Walder
said
airily
.
"
And
he
’
s
after
us
,
so
he
doesn
’
t
matter
.
Anyhow
,
I
never
liked
him
.
"
Ser
Rodrik
decreed
that
they
would
share
Jon
Snow
’
s
old
bedchamber
,
since
Jon
was
in
the
Night
’
s
Watch
and
never
coming
back
.
Bran
hated
that
;
it
made
him
feel
as
if
the
Freys
were
trying
to
steal
Jon
’
s
place
.
He
had
watched
wistfully
while
the
Walders
contested
with
Turnip
the
cook
’
s
boy
and
Joseth
’
s
girls
Bandy
and
Shyra
.
The
Walders
had
decreed
that
Bran
should
be
the
judge
and
decide
whether
or
not
people
had
said
"
Mayhaps
,
"
but
as
soon
as
they
started
playing
they
forgot
all
about
him
.
The
shouts
and
splashes
soon
drew
others
:
Palla
the
kennel
girl
,
Cayn
’
s
boy
Calon
,
TomToo
whose
father
Fat
Tom
had
died
with
Bran
’
s
father
at
King
’
s
Landing
.
Before
very
long
,
every
one
of
them
was
soaked
and
muddy
.
Palla
was
brown
from
head
to
heel
,
with
moss
in
her
hair
,
breathless
from
laughter
.
Bran
had
not
heard
so
much
laughing
since
the
night
the
bloody
raven
came
.
If
I
had
my
legs
,
I
’
d
knock
all
of
them
into
the
water
,
he
thought
bitterly
.
No
one
would
ever
be
lord
of
the
crossing
but
me
.
Finally
Rickon
came
running
into
the
godswood
,
Shaggydog
at
his
heels
.
He
watched
Turnip
and
Little
Walder
struggle
for
the
stick
until
Turnip
lost
his
footing
and
went
in
with
a
huge
splash
,
arms
waving
.
Rickon
yelled
,
"
Me
!
Me
now
!
I
want
to
play
!
"
Little
Walder
beckoned
him
on
,
and
Shaggydog
started
to
follow
.
"
No
,
Shaggy
,
"
his
brother
commanded
.
"
Wolves
can
’
t
play
.
You
stay
with
Bran
.
"
And
he
did
.
.
.
.
.
.
until
Little
Walder
had
smacked
Rickon
with
the
stick
,
square
across
his
belly
.
Before
Bran
could
blink
,
the
black
wolf
was
flying
over
the
plank
,
there
was
blood
in
the
water
,
the
Walders
were
shrieking
red
murder
,
Rickon
sat
in
the
mud
laughing
,
and
Hodor
came
lumbering
in
shouting
"
Hodor
!
Hodor
!
Hodor
!
"
