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Brienne
looked
at
her
with
horror
.
"
My
lady
?
"
"
Bran
and
Rickon
tried
to
escape
,
but
were
taken
at
a
mill
on
the
Acorn
Water
.
Theon
Greyjoy
has
mounted
their
heads
on
the
walls
of
Winterfell
.
Theon
Greyjoy
,
who
ate
at
my
table
since
he
was
a
boy
of
ten
.
"
I
have
said
it
,
gods
forgive
me
.
I
have
said
it
and
made
it
true
.
Brienne
’
s
face
was
a
watery
blur
.
She
reached
across
the
table
,
but
her
fingers
stopped
short
of
Catelyn
’
s
,
as
if
the
touch
might
be
unwelcome
.
"
I
.
.
.
there
are
no
words
,
my
lady
.
My
good
lady
.
Your
sons
,
they
.
.
.
they
’
re
with
the
gods
now
.
"
"
Are
they
?
"
Catelyn
said
sharply
.
"
What
god
would
let
this
happen
?
Rickon
was
only
a
baby
.
How
could
he
deserve
such
a
death
?
And
Bran
.
.
.
when
I
left
the
north
,
he
had
not
opened
his
eyes
since
his
fall
.
I
had
to
go
before
he
woke
.
Now
I
can
never
return
to
him
,
or
hear
him
laugh
again
.
"
She
showed
Brienne
her
palms
,
her
fingers
.
"
These
scars
.
.
.
they
sent
a
man
to
cut
Bran
’
s
throat
as
he
lay
sleeping
.
He
would
have
died
then
,
and
me
with
him
,
but
Bran
’
s
wolf
tore
out
the
man
’
s
throat
.
"
That
gave
her
a
moment
’
s
pause
.
"
I
suppose
Theon
killed
the
wolves
too
.
He
must
have
,
elsewise
.
.
.
I
was
certain
the
boys
would
be
safe
so
long
as
the
direwolves
were
with
them
.
Like
Robb
with
his
Grey
Wind
.
But
my
daughters
have
no
wolves
now
.
"
The
abrupt
shift
of
topic
left
Brienne
bewildered
.
"
Your
daughters
.
.
.
"
"
Sansa
was
a
lady
at
three
,
always
so
courteous
and
eager
to
please
.
She
loved
nothing
so
well
as
tales
of
knightly
valor
.
Men
would
say
she
had
my
look
,
but
she
will
grow
into
a
woman
far
more
beautiful
than
I
ever
was
,
you
can
see
that
.
I
often
sent
away
her
maid
so
I
could
brush
her
hair
myself
.
She
had
auburn
hair
,
lighter
than
mine
,
and
so
thick
and
soft
.
.
.
the
red
in
it
would
catch
the
light
of
the
torches
and
shine
like
copper
.
"
"
And
Arya
,
well
.
.
.
Ned
’
s
visitors
would
oft
mistake
her
for
a
stableboy
if
they
rode
into
the
yard
unannounced
.
Arya
was
a
trial
,
it
must
be
said
.
Half
a
boy
and
half
a
wolf
pup
.
Forbid
her
anything
and
it
became
her
heart
’
s
desire
.
She
had
Ned
’
s
long
face
,
and
brown
hair
that
always
looked
as
though
a
bird
had
been
nesting
in
it
.
I
despaired
of
ever
making
a
lady
of
her
.
She
collected
scabs
as
other
girls
collect
dolls
,
and
would
say
anything
that
came
into
her
head
.
I
think
she
must
be
dead
too
.
"
When
she
said
that
,
it
felt
as
though
a
giant
hand
were
squeezing
her
chest
.
"
I
want
them
all
dead
,
Brienne
.
Theon
Greyjoy
first
,
then
Jaime
Lannister
and
Cersei
and
the
Imp
,
every
one
,
every
one
.
But
my
girls
.
.
.
my
girls
will
.
.
.
"
"
The
queen
.
.
.
she
has
a
little
girl
of
her
own
,
"
Brienne
said
awkwardly
.
"
And
sons
too
,
of
an
age
with
yours
.
When
she
hears
,
perhaps
she
.
.
.
she
may
take
pity
,
and
.
.
.
"
