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All
through
the
night
the
fires
crackled
,
and
once
there
was
a
great
roar
and
a
crash
that
made
the
earth
jump
under
his
feet
.
Dogs
barked
and
whined
and
horses
screamed
in
terror
.
Howls
shuddered
through
the
night
;
the
howls
of
the
man
-
pack
,
wails
of
fear
and
wild
shouts
,
laughter
and
screams
.
No
beast
was
as
noisy
as
man
.
He
pricked
up
his
ears
and
listened
,
and
his
brother
growled
at
every
sound
.
They
prowled
under
the
trees
as
a
piney
wind
blew
ashes
and
embers
through
the
sky
.
In
time
the
flames
began
to
dwindle
,
and
then
they
were
gone
.
The
sun
rose
grey
and
smoky
that
morning
.
Only
then
did
he
leave
the
trees
,
stalking
slow
across
the
fields
.
His
brother
ran
with
him
,
drawn
to
the
smell
of
blood
and
death
.
They
padded
silent
through
the
dens
the
men
had
built
of
wood
and
grass
and
mud
.
Many
and
more
were
burned
and
many
and
more
were
collapsed
;
others
stood
as
they
had
before
.
Yet
nowhere
did
they
see
or
scent
a
living
man
.
Crows
blanketed
the
bodies
and
leapt
into
the
air
screeching
when
his
brother
and
he
came
near
.
The
wild
dogs
slunk
away
before
them
.
Beneath
the
great
grey
cliffs
a
horse
was
dying
noisily
,
struggling
to
rise
on
a
broken
leg
and
screaming
when
he
fell
.
His
brother
circled
round
him
,
then
tore
out
his
throat
while
the
horse
kicked
feebly
and
rolled
his
eyes
.
When
he
approached
the
carcass
his
brother
snapped
at
him
and
laid
back
his
ears
,
and
he
cuffed
him
with
a
forepaw
and
bit
his
leg
.
They
fought
amidst
the
grass
and
dirt
and
falling
ashes
beside
the
dead
horse
,
until
his
brother
rolled
on
his
back
in
submission
,
tail
tucked
low
.
One
more
bite
at
his
upturned
throat
;
then
he
fed
,
and
let
his
brother
feed
,
and
licked
the
blood
off
his
black
fur
.
The
dark
place
was
pulling
at
him
by
then
,
the
house
of
whispers
where
all
men
were
blind
.
He
could
feel
its
cold
fingers
on
him
.
The
stony
smell
of
it
was
a
whisper
up
the
nose
.
He
struggled
against
the
pull
.
He
did
not
like
the
darkness
.
He
was
wolf
.
He
was
hunter
and
stalker
and
slayer
,
and
he
belonged
with
his
brothers
and
sisters
in
the
deep
woods
,
running
free
beneath
a
starry
sky
.
He
sat
on
his
haunches
,
raised
his
head
,
and
howled
.
I
will
not
go
,
he
cried
.
I
am
wolf
,
I
will
not
go
.
Yet
even
so
the
darkness
thickened
,
until
it
covered
his
eyes
and
filled
his
nose
and
stopped
his
ears
,
so
he
could
not
see
or
smell
or
hear
or
run
,
and
the
grey
cliffs
were
gone
and
the
dead
horse
was
gone
and
his
brother
was
gone
and
all
was
black
and
still
and
black
and
cold
and
black
and
dead
and
black
.
.
.
"
Bran
,
"
a
voice
was
whispering
softly
.
"
Bran
,
come
back
.
Come
back
now
,
Bran
.
Bran
.
.
.
"
He
closed
his
third
eye
and
opened
the
other
two
,
the
old
two
,
the
blind
two
.
In
the
dark
place
all
men
were
blind
.
But
someone
was
holding
him
.
He
could
feel
arms
around
him
,
the
warmth
of
a
body
snuggled
close
.
He
could
hear
Hodor
singing
"
Hodor
,
hodor
,
hodor
,
"
quietly
to
himself
.
"
Bran
?
"
It
was
Meera
’
s
voice
.
"
You
were
thrashing
,
making
terrible
noises
.
What
did
you
see
?
"
"
Winterfell
.
"
His
tongue
felt
strange
and
thick
in
his
mouth
.
One
day
when
I
come
back
I
won
’
t
know
how
to
talk
anymore
.
"
It
was
Winterfell
.
It
was
all
on
fire
.
There
were
horse
smells
,
and
steel
,
and
blood
.
They
killed
everyone
,
Meera
.
"
