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Meera
strapped
the
wicker
basket
to
Hodor
’
s
back
and
helped
lift
Bran
into
it
,
easing
his
useless
legs
through
the
holes
.
He
had
a
queer
flutter
in
his
belly
.
He
knew
what
awaited
them
above
,
but
that
did
not
make
it
any
less
fearful
.
As
they
set
off
,
he
turned
to
give
his
father
one
last
look
,
and
it
seemed
to
Bran
that
there
was
a
sadness
in
Lord
Eddard
’
s
eyes
,
as
if
he
did
not
want
them
to
go
.
We
have
to
,
he
thought
.
It
’
s
time
.
Osha
carried
her
long
oaken
spear
in
one
hand
and
the
torch
in
the
other
.
A
naked
sword
hung
down
her
back
,
one
of
the
last
to
bear
Mikken
’
s
mark
.
He
had
forged
it
for
Lord
Eddard
’
s
tomb
,
to
keep
his
ghost
at
rest
.
But
with
Mikken
slain
and
the
ironmen
guarding
the
armory
,
good
steel
had
been
hard
to
resist
,
even
if
it
meant
grave
-
robbing
.
Meera
had
claimed
Lord
Rickard
’
s
blade
,
though
she
complained
that
it
was
too
heavy
.
Brandon
took
his
namesake
’
s
,
the
sword
made
for
the
uncle
he
had
never
known
.
He
knew
he
would
not
be
much
use
in
a
fight
,
but
even
so
the
blade
felt
good
in
his
hand
.
But
it
was
only
a
game
,
and
Bran
knew
it
.
Their
footsteps
echoed
through
the
cavernous
crypts
.
The
shadows
behind
them
swallowed
his
father
as
the
shadows
ahead
retreated
to
unveil
other
statues
;
no
mere
lords
,
these
,
but
the
old
Kings
in
the
North
.
On
their
brows
they
wore
stone
crowns
.
Torrhen
Stark
,
the
King
Who
Knelt
.
Edwyn
the
Spring
King
.
Theon
Stark
,
the
Hungry
Wolf
.
Brandon
the
Burner
and
Brandon
the
Shipwright
.
Jorah
and
Jonos
,
Brandon
the
Bad
,
Walton
the
Moon
King
,
Edderion
the
Bridegroom
,
Eyron
,
Benjen
the
Sweet
and
Benjen
the
Bitter
,
King
Edrick
Snowbeard
.
Their
faces
were
stern
and
strong
,
and
some
of
them
had
done
terrible
things
,
but
they
were
Starks
every
one
,
and
Bran
knew
all
their
tales
.
He
had
never
feared
the
crypts
;
they
were
part
of
his
home
and
who
he
was
,
and
he
had
always
known
that
one
day
he
would
lie
here
too
.
But
now
he
was
not
so
certain
.
If
I
go
up
,
will
I
ever
come
back
down
?
Where
will
I
go
when
I
die
?
"
Wait
,
"
Osha
said
when
they
reached
the
twisting
stone
stairs
that
led
up
to
the
surface
,
and
down
to
the
deeper
levels
where
kings
more
ancient
still
sat
their
dark
thrones
.
She
handed
Meera
the
torch
.
"
I
’
ll
grope
my
way
up
.
"
For
a
time
they
could
hear
the
sound
of
her
footfalls
,
but
they
grew
softer
and
softer
until
they
faded
away
entirely
.
"
Hodor
,
"
said
Hodor
nervously
.
Bran
had
told
himself
a
hundred
times
how
much
he
hated
hiding
down
here
in
the
dark
,
how
much
he
wanted
to
see
the
sun
again
,
to
ride
his
horse
through
wind
and
rain
.
But
now
that
the
moment
was
upon
him
,
he
was
afraid
.
He
’
d
felt
safe
in
the
darkness
;
when
you
could
not
even
find
your
own
hand
in
front
of
your
face
,
it
was
easy
to
believe
that
no
enemies
could
ever
find
you
either
.
And
the
stone
lords
had
given
him
courage
.
Even
when
he
could
not
see
them
,
he
had
known
they
were
there
.
It
seemed
a
long
while
before
they
heard
anything
again
.
Bran
had
begun
to
fear
that
something
had
happened
to
Osha
.
His
brother
was
squirming
restlessly
.
"
I
want
to
go
home
!
"
he
said
loudly
.
