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"
Hodor
!
"
The
other
foot
came
up
a
step
,
and
Hodor
spread
his
legs
apart
,
braced
,
and
straightened
.
His
face
turned
red
,
and
Bran
could
see
cords
in
his
neck
bulging
as
he
strained
against
the
weight
above
him
.
"
Hodor
hodor
hodor
hodor
hodor
HODOR
!
"
From
above
came
a
dull
rumble
.
Then
suddenly
the
door
jerked
upward
and
a
shaft
of
daylight
fell
across
Bran
’
s
face
,
blinding
him
for
a
moment
.
Another
shove
brought
the
sound
of
shifting
stone
,
and
then
the
way
was
open
.
Osha
poked
her
spear
through
and
slid
out
after
it
,
and
Rickon
squirmed
through
Meera
’
s
legs
to
follow
.
Hodor
shoved
the
door
open
all
the
way
and
stepped
to
the
surface
.
The
Reeds
had
to
carry
Bran
up
the
last
few
steps
.
The
sky
was
a
pale
grey
,
and
smoke
eddied
all
around
them
.
They
stood
in
the
shadow
of
the
First
Keep
,
or
what
remained
of
it
.
One
whole
side
of
the
building
had
torn
loose
and
fallen
away
.
Stone
and
shattered
gargoyles
lay
strewn
across
the
yard
.
They
fell
just
where
I
did
,
Bran
thought
when
he
saw
them
.
Some
of
the
gargoyles
had
broken
into
so
many
pieces
it
made
him
wonder
how
he
was
alive
at
all
.
Nearby
some
crows
were
pecking
at
a
body
crushed
beneath
the
tumbled
stone
,
but
he
lay
facedown
and
Bran
could
not
say
who
he
was
.
The
First
Keep
had
not
been
used
for
many
hundreds
of
years
,
but
now
it
was
more
of
a
shell
than
ever
.
The
floors
had
burned
inside
it
,
and
all
the
beams
.
Where
the
wall
had
fallen
away
,
they
could
see
right
into
the
rooms
,
even
into
the
privy
.
Yet
behind
,
the
broken
tower
still
stood
,
no
more
burned
than
before
.
Jojen
Reed
was
coughing
from
the
smoke
.
"
Take
me
home
!
"
Rickon
demanded
.
"
I
want
to
be
home
!
"
Hodor
stomped
in
a
circle
.
"
Hodor
,
"
he
whimpered
in
a
small
voice
.
They
stood
huddled
together
with
ruin
and
death
all
around
them
.
"
We
made
noise
enough
to
wake
a
dragon
,
"
Osha
said
,
"
but
there
’
s
no
one
come
.
The
castle
’
s
dead
and
burned
,
just
as
Bran
dreamed
,
but
we
had
best
—
"
She
broke
off
suddenly
at
a
noise
behind
them
,
and
whirled
with
her
spear
at
the
ready
.
Two
lean
dark
shapes
emerged
from
behind
the
broken
tower
,
padding
slowly
through
the
rubble
.
Rickon
gave
a
happy
shout
of
"
Shaggy
!
"
and
the
black
direwolf
came
bounding
toward
him
.
Summer
advanced
more
slowly
,
rubbed
his
head
up
against
Bran
’
s
arm
,
and
licked
his
face
.
"
We
should
go
,
"
said
Jojen
.
"
So
much
death
will
bring
other
wolves
besides
Summer
and
Shaggydog
,
and
not
all
on
four
feet
.
"
"
Aye
,
soon
enough
,
"
Osha
agreed
,
"
but
we
need
food
,
and
there
may
be
some
survived
this
.
Stay
together
.
Meera
,
keep
your
shield
up
and
guard
our
backs
.
"
It
took
the
rest
of
the
morning
to
make
a
slow
circuit
of
the
castle
.
The
great
granite
walls
remained
,
blackened
here
and
there
by
fire
but
otherwise
untouched
.
But
within
,
all
was
death
and
destruction
.
The
doors
of
the
Great
Hall
were
charred
and
smoldering
,
and
inside
the
rafters
had
given
way
and
the
whole
roof
had
crashed
down
onto
the
floor
.
