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I
’
ve
had
my
fill
o
’
blundering
in
the
black
.
"
He
heard
the
scrape
of
a
heel
on
stone
,
turned
his
head
toward
the
sound
,
but
saw
nothing
.
He
thought
he
could
smell
her
,
but
he
wasn
’
t
sure
.
All
of
them
stank
alike
,
and
he
did
not
have
Summer
’
s
nose
to
tell
one
from
the
other
.
"
Last
night
I
pissed
on
a
king
’
s
foot
,
"
Osha
went
on
.
"
Might
be
it
was
morning
,
who
can
say
?
I
was
sleeping
,
but
now
I
’
m
not
.
"
They
all
slept
a
lot
,
not
only
Bran
.
There
was
nothing
else
to
do
.
Sleep
and
eat
and
sleep
again
,
and
sometimes
talk
a
little
.
.
.
but
not
too
much
,
and
only
in
whispers
,
just
to
be
safe
.
Osha
might
have
liked
it
better
if
they
had
never
talked
at
all
,
but
there
was
no
way
to
quiet
Rickon
,
or
to
stop
Hodor
from
muttering
,
"
Hodor
,
hodor
,
hodor
,
"
endlessly
to
himself
.
"
Osha
,
"
Bran
said
,
"
I
saw
Winterfell
burning
.
"
Off
to
his
left
,
he
could
hear
the
soft
sound
of
Rickon
’
s
breathing
.
"
A
dream
,
"
said
Osha
.
"
A
wolf
dream
,
"
said
Bran
.
"
I
smelled
it
too
.
Nothing
smells
like
fire
,
or
blood
.
"
"
Whose
blood
?
"
"
Men
,
horses
,
dogs
,
everyone
.
We
have
to
go
see
.
"
"
This
scrawny
skin
of
mine
’
s
the
only
one
I
got
,
"
said
Osha
.
"
That
squid
prince
catches
hold
o
’
me
,
they
’
ll
strip
it
off
my
back
with
a
whip
.
"
Meera
’
s
hand
found
Bran
’
s
in
the
darkness
and
gave
his
fingers
a
squeeze
.
"
I
’
ll
go
if
you
’
re
afraid
.
"
Bran
heard
fingers
fumbling
at
leather
,
followed
by
the
sound
of
steel
on
flint
.
Then
again
.
A
spark
flew
,
caught
.
Osha
blew
softly
.
A
long
pale
flame
awoke
,
stretching
upward
like
a
girl
on
her
toes
.
Osha
’
s
face
floated
above
it
.
She
touched
the
flame
with
the
head
of
a
torch
.
Bran
had
to
squint
as
the
pitch
began
to
burn
,
filling
the
world
with
orange
glare
.
The
light
woke
Rickon
,
who
sat
up
yawning
.
When
the
shadows
moved
,
it
looked
for
an
instant
as
if
the
dead
were
rising
as
well
.
Lyanna
and
Brandon
,
Lord
Rickard
Stark
their
father
,
Lord
Edwyle
his
father
,
Lord
Willam
and
his
brother
Artos
the
Implacable
,
Lord
Donnor
and
Lord
Beron
and
Lord
Rodwell
,
one
-
eyed
Lord
Jonnel
,
Lord
Barth
and
Lord
Brandon
and
Lord
Cregan
who
had
fought
the
Dragonknight
.
On
their
stone
chairs
they
sat
with
stone
wolves
at
their
feet
.
This
was
where
they
came
when
the
warmth
had
seeped
out
of
their
bodies
;
this
was
the
dark
hall
of
the
dead
,
where
the
living
feared
to
tread
.
