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"
Rickon
needs
you
,
"
Robb
said
sharply
.
"
He
's
only
three
,
he
does
n't
understand
what
's
happening
.
He
thinks
everyone
has
deserted
him
,
so
he
follows
me
around
all
day
,
clutching
my
leg
and
crying
.
I
do
n't
know
what
to
do
with
him
.
"
He
paused
a
moment
,
chewing
on
his
lower
lip
the
way
he
'd
done
when
he
was
little
.
"
Mother
,
I
need
you
too
.
I
'm
trying
but
I
ca
n't
...
I
ca
n't
do
it
all
by
myself
.
"
His
voice
broke
with
sudden
emotion
,
and
Catelyn
remembered
that
he
was
only
fourteen
.
She
wanted
to
get
up
and
go
to
him
,
but
Bran
was
still
holding
her
hand
and
she
could
not
move
.
Outside
the
tower
,
a
wolf
began
to
howl
.
Catelyn
trembled
,
just
for
a
second
.
"
Bran
's
.
"
Robb
opened
the
window
and
let
the
night
air
into
the
stuffy
tower
room
.
The
howling
grew
louder
.
It
was
a
cold
and
lonely
sound
,
full
of
melancholy
and
despair
.
"
Do
n't
,
"
she
told
him
.
"
Bran
needs
to
stay
warm
.
"
"
He
needs
to
hear
them
sing
,
"
Robb
said
.
Somewhere
out
in
Winterfell
,
a
second
wolf
began
to
howl
in
chorus
with
the
first
.
Then
a
third
,
closer
.
"
Shaggydog
and
Grey
Wind
,
"
Robb
said
as
their
voices
rose
and
fell
together
.
"
You
can
tell
them
apart
if
you
listen
close
.
"
Catelyn
was
shaking
.
It
was
the
grief
,
the
cold
,
the
howling
of
the
direwolves
.
Night
after
night
,
the
howling
and
the
cold
wind
and
the
grey
empty
castle
,
on
and
on
they
went
,
never
changing
,
and
her
boy
lying
there
broken
,
the
sweetest
of
her
children
,
the
gentlest
,
Bran
who
loved
to
laugh
and
climb
and
dreamt
of
knighthood
,
all
gone
now
,
she
would
never
hear
him
laugh
again
.
Sobbing
,
she
pulled
her
hand
free
of
his
and
covered
her
ears
against
those
terrible
howls
.
"
Make
them
stop
!
"
she
cried
.
"
I
ca
n't
stand
it
,
make
them
stop
,
make
them
stop
,
kill
them
all
if
you
must
,
just
make
them
stop
!
"
She
did
n't
remember
falling
to
the
floor
,
but
there
she
was
,
and
Robb
was
lifting
her
,
holding
her
in
strong
arms
.
"
Do
n't
be
afraid
,
Mother
.
They
would
never
hurt
him
.
"
He
helped
her
to
her
narrow
bed
in
the
corner
of
the
sickroom
.
"
Close
your
eyes
,
"
he
said
gently
.
"
Rest
.
Maester
Luwin
tells
me
you
've
hardly
slept
since
Bran
's
fall
.
"
"
I
ca
n't
,
"
she
wept
.
"
Gods
forgive
me
,
Robb
,
I
ca
n't
,
what
if
he
dies
while
I
'm
asleep
,
what
if
he
dies
,
what
if
he
dies
...
"
The
wolves
were
still
howling
.
She
screamed
and
held
her
ears
again
.
"
Oh
,
gods
,
close
the
window
!
"
