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The
green
and
yellow
panes
of
the
glass
gardens
were
all
in
shards
,
the
trees
and
fruits
and
flowers
torn
up
or
left
exposed
to
die
.
Of
the
stables
,
made
of
wood
and
thatch
,
nothing
remained
but
ashes
,
embers
,
and
dead
horses
.
Bran
thought
of
his
Dancer
,
and
wanted
to
weep
.
There
was
a
shallow
steaming
lake
beneath
the
Library
Tower
,
and
hot
water
gushing
from
a
crack
in
its
side
.
The
bridge
between
the
Bell
Tower
and
the
rookery
had
collapsed
into
the
yard
below
,
and
Maester
Luwin
’
s
turret
was
gone
.
They
saw
a
dull
red
glow
shining
up
through
the
narrow
cellar
windows
beneath
the
Great
Keep
,
and
a
second
fire
still
burning
in
one
of
the
storehouses
.
Osha
called
softly
through
the
blowing
smoke
as
they
went
,
but
no
one
answered
.
They
saw
one
dog
worrying
at
a
corpse
,
but
he
ran
when
he
caught
the
scents
of
the
direwolves
;
the
rest
had
been
slain
in
the
kennels
.
The
maester
’
s
ravens
were
paying
court
to
some
of
the
corpses
,
while
the
crows
from
the
broken
tower
attended
others
.
Bran
recognized
Poxy
Tym
,
even
though
someone
had
taken
an
axe
to
his
face
.
One
charred
corpse
,
outside
the
ashen
shell
of
Mother
’
s
sept
,
sat
with
his
arms
drawn
up
and
his
hands
balled
into
hard
black
fists
,
as
if
to
punch
anyone
who
dared
approach
him
.
"
If
the
gods
are
good
,
"
Osha
said
in
a
low
angry
voice
,
"
the
Others
will
take
them
that
did
this
work
.
"
"
It
was
Theon
,
"
Bran
said
blackly
.
"
No
.
Look
.
"
She
pointed
across
the
yard
with
her
spear
.
"
That
’
s
one
of
his
ironmen
.
And
there
.
And
that
’
s
Greyjoy
’
s
warhorse
,
see
?
The
black
one
with
the
arrows
in
him
.
"
She
moved
among
the
dead
,
frowning
.
"
And
here
’
s
Black
Lorren
.
"
He
had
been
hacked
and
cut
so
badly
that
his
beard
looked
a
reddish
-
brown
now
.
"
Took
a
few
with
him
,
he
did
.
"
Osha
turned
over
one
of
the
other
corpses
with
her
foot
.
"
There
’
s
a
badge
.
A
little
man
,
all
red
.
"
"
The
flayed
man
of
the
Dreadfort
,
"
said
Bran
.
Summer
howled
,
and
darted
away
.
"
The
godswood
.
"
Meera
Reed
ran
after
the
direwolf
,
her
shield
and
frog
spear
to
hand
.
The
rest
of
them
trailed
after
,
threading
their
way
through
smoke
and
fallen
stones
.
The
air
was
sweeter
under
the
trees
.
A
few
pines
along
the
edge
of
the
wood
had
been
scorched
,
but
deeper
in
the
damp
soil
and
green
wood
had
defeated
the
flames
.
"
There
is
a
power
in
living
wood
,
"
said
Jojen
Reed
,
almost
as
if
he
knew
what
Bran
was
thinking
,
"
a
power
strong
as
fire
.
"
On
the
edge
of
the
black
pool
,
beneath
the
shelter
of
the
heart
tree
,
Maester
Luwin
lay
on
his
belly
in
the
dirt
.
A
trail
of
blood
twisted
back
through
damp
leaves
where
he
had
crawled
.
Summer
stood
over
him
,
and
Bran
thought
he
was
dead
at
first
,
but
when
Meera
touched
his
throat
,
the
maester
moaned
.
