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After
that
,
oddly
,
Rickon
decided
he
liked
the
Walders
.
They
never
played
lord
of
the
crossing
again
,
but
they
played
other
games
—
monsters
and
maidens
,
rats
and
cats
,
come
-
into
-
my
-
castle
,
all
sorts
of
things
.
With
Rickon
by
their
side
,
the
Walders
plundered
the
kitchens
for
pies
and
honeycombs
,
raced
round
the
walls
,
tossed
bones
to
the
pups
in
the
kennels
,
and
trained
with
wooden
swords
under
Ser
Rodrik
’
s
sharp
eye
.
Rickon
even
showed
them
the
deep
vaults
under
the
earth
where
the
stonemason
was
carving
father
’
s
tomb
.
"
You
had
no
right
!
"
Bran
screamed
at
his
brother
when
he
heard
.
"
That
was
our
place
,
a
Stark
place
!
"
But
Rickon
never
cared
.
The
door
to
his
bedchamber
opened
.
Maester
Luwin
was
carrying
a
green
jar
,
and
this
time
Osha
and
Hayhead
came
with
him
.
"
I
’
ve
made
you
a
sleeping
draught
,
Bran
.
"
Osha
scooped
him
up
in
her
bony
arms
.
She
was
very
tall
for
a
woman
,
and
wiry
strong
.
She
bore
him
effortlessly
to
his
bed
.
"
This
will
give
you
dreamless
sleep
,
"
Maester
Luwin
said
as
he
pulled
the
stopper
from
the
jar
.
"
Sweet
,
dreamless
sleep
.
"
"
It
will
?
"
Bran
said
,
wanting
to
believe
.
"
Yes
.
Drink
.
"
Bran
drank
.
The
potion
was
thick
and
chalky
,
but
there
was
honey
in
it
so
it
went
down
easy
.
"
Come
the
morn
,
you
’
ll
feel
better
.
"
Luwin
gave
Bran
a
smile
and
a
pat
as
he
took
his
leave
.
Osha
lingered
behind
.
"
Is
it
the
wolf
dreams
again
?
"
Bran
nodded
.
