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They
stopped
at
the
kitchens
first
.
Osha
found
some
loaves
of
burned
bread
that
were
still
edible
,
and
even
a
cold
roast
fowl
that
she
ripped
in
half
.
Meera
unearthed
a
crock
of
honey
and
a
big
sack
of
apples
.
Outside
,
they
made
their
farewells
.
Rickon
sobbed
and
clung
to
Hodor
’
s
leg
until
Osha
gave
him
a
smack
with
the
butt
end
of
her
spear
.
Then
he
followed
her
quick
enough
.
Shaggydog
stalked
after
them
.
The
last
Bran
saw
of
them
was
the
direwolf
’
s
tail
as
it
vanished
behind
the
broken
tower
.
The
iron
portcullis
that
closed
the
Hunter
’
s
Gate
had
been
warped
so
badly
by
heat
it
could
not
be
raised
more
than
a
foot
.
They
had
to
squeeze
beneath
its
spikes
,
one
by
one
.
"
Will
we
go
to
your
lord
father
?
"
Bran
asked
as
they
crossed
the
drawbridge
between
the
walls
.
"
To
Greywater
Watch
?
"
Meera
looked
to
her
brother
for
the
answer
.
"
Our
road
is
north
,
"
Jojen
announced
.
At
the
edge
of
the
wolfswood
,
Bran
turned
in
his
basket
for
one
last
glimpse
of
the
castle
that
had
been
his
life
Wisps
of
smoke
still
rose
into
the
grey
sky
,
but
no
more
than
might
have
risen
from
Winterfell
’
s
chimneys
on
a
cold
autumn
afternoon
.
Soot
stains
marked
some
of
the
arrow
loops
,
and
here
and
there
a
crack
or
a
missing
merlon
could
be
seen
in
the
curtain
wall
,
but
it
seemed
little
enough
from
this
distance
.
Beyond
,
the
tops
of
the
keeps
and
towers
still
stood
as
they
had
for
hundreds
of
years
,
and
it
was
hard
to
tell
that
the
castle
had
been
sacked
and
burned
at
all
.
The
stone
is
strong
,
Bran
told
himself
,
the
roots
of
the
trees
go
deep
,
and
under
the
ground
the
Kings
of
Winter
sit
their
thrones
.
So
long
as
those
remained
,
Winterfell
remained
.
It
was
not
dead
,
just
broken
.
Like
me
,
he
thought
.
I
’
m
not
dead
either
.