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"
He
came
for
Bran
,
"
Catelyn
said
.
"
He
kept
muttering
how
I
was
n't
supposed
to
be
there
.
He
set
the
library
fire
thinking
I
would
rush
to
put
it
out
,
taking
any
guards
with
me
.
If
I
had
n't
been
half-mad
with
grief
,
it
would
have
worked
.
"
"
Why
would
anyone
want
to
kill
Bran
?
"
Robb
said
.
"
Gods
,
he
's
only
a
little
boy
,
helpless
,
sleeping
...
"
Catelyn
gave
her
firstborn
a
challenging
look
.
"
If
you
are
to
rule
in
the
north
,
you
must
think
these
things
through
,
Robb
.
Answer
your
own
question
.
Why
would
anyone
want
to
kill
a
sleeping
child
?
"
Before
he
could
answer
,
the
servants
returned
with
a
plate
of
food
fresh
from
the
kitchen
.
There
was
much
more
than
she
'd
asked
for
:
hot
bread
,
butter
and
honey
and
blackberry
preserves
,
a
rasher
of
bacon
and
a
soft-boiled
egg
,
a
wedge
of
cheese
,
a
pot
of
mint
tea
.
And
with
it
came
Maester
Luwin
.
"
How
is
my
son
,
Maester
?
"
Catelyn
looked
at
all
the
food
and
found
she
had
no
appetite
.
Maester
Luwin
lowered
his
eyes
.
"
Unchanged
,
my
lady
.
"
It
was
the
reply
she
had
expected
,
no
more
and
no
less
.
Her
hands
throbbed
with
pain
,
as
if
the
blade
were
still
in
her
,
cutting
deep
.
She
sent
the
servants
away
and
looked
back
to
Robb
.
"
Do
you
have
the
answer
yet
?
"
"
Someone
is
afraid
Bran
might
wake
up
,
"
Robb
said
,
"
afraid
of
what
he
might
say
or
do
,
afraid
of
something
he
knows
.
"
Catelyn
was
proud
of
him
.
"
Very
good
.
"
She
turned
to
the
new
captain
of
the
guard
.
"
We
must
keep
Bran
safe
.
If
there
was
one
killer
,
there
could
be
others
.
"
"
How
many
guards
do
you
want
,
rn
'
lady
?
"
Hal
asked
.
