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The
head
bounced
off
a
thick
root
and
rolled
.
It
came
up
near
Greyjoy
's
feet
.
Theon
was
a
lean
,
dark
youth
of
nineteen
who
found
everything
amusing
.
He
laughed
,
put
his
boot
on
the
head
,
and
kicked
it
away
.
"
Ass
,
"
Jon
muttered
,
low
enough
so
Greyjoy
did
not
hear
.
He
put
a
hand
on
Bran
's
shoulder
,
and
Bran
looked
over
at
his
bastard
brother
.
"
You
did
well
,
"
Jon
told
him
solemnly
.
Jon
was
fourteen
,
an
old
hand
at
justice
.
It
seemed
colder
on
the
long
ride
back
to
Winterfell
,
though
the
wind
had
died
by
then
and
the
sun
was
higher
in
the
sky
.
Bran
rode
with
his
brothers
,
well
ahead
of
the
main
party
,
his
pony
struggling
hard
to
keep
up
with
their
horses
.
"
The
deserter
died
bravely
,
"
Robb
said
.
He
was
big
and
broad
and
growing
every
day
,
with
his
mother
's
coloring
,
the
fair
skin
,
red-brown
hair
,
and
blue
eyes
of
the
Tullys
of
Riverrun
.
"
He
had
courage
,
at
the
least
.
"
"
No
,
"
Jon
Snow
said
quietly
.
"
It
was
not
courage
.
This
one
was
dead
of
fear
.
You
could
see
it
in
his
eyes
,
Stark
.
"
Jon
's
eyes
were
a
grey
so
dark
they
seemed
almost
black
,
but
there
was
little
they
did
not
see
.
He
was
of
an
age
with
Robb
,
but
they
did
not
look
alike
.
Jon
was
slender
where
Robb
was
muscular
,
dark
where
Robb
was
fair
,
graceful
and
quick
where
his
half
brother
was
strong
and
fast
.
Robb
was
not
impressed
.
"
The
Others
take
his
eyes
,
"
he
swore
.
"
He
died
well
.
Race
you
to
the
bridge
?
"
"
Done
,
"
Jon
said
,
kicking
his
horse
forward
.
Robb
cursed
and
followed
,
and
they
galloped
off
down
the
trail
,
Robb
laughing
and
hooting
,
Jon
silent
and
intent
.
The
hooves
of
their
horses
kicked
up
showers
of
snow
as
they
went
.
Bran
did
not
try
to
follow
.
His
pony
could
not
keep
up
.
He
had
seen
the
ragged
man
's
eyes
,
and
he
was
thinking
of
them
now
.
After
a
while
,
the
sound
of
Robb
's
laughter
receded
,
and
the
woods
grew
silent
again
.
So
deep
in
thought
was
he
that
he
never
heard
the
rest
of
the
party
until
his
father
moved
up
to
ride
beside
him
.
"
Are
you
well
,
Bran
?
"
he
asked
,
not
unkindly
.
