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Death
reached
for
him
,
screaming
.
Bran
spread
his
arms
and
flew
.
Wings
unseen
drank
the
wind
and
filled
and
pulled
him
upward
.
The
terrible
needles
of
ice
receded
below
him
.
The
sky
opened
up
above
.
Bran
soared
.
It
was
better
than
climbing
.
It
was
better
than
anything
.
The
world
grew
small
beneath
him
.
"
I
'm
flying
!
"
he
cried
out
in
delight
.
I
've
noticed
,
said
the
three-eyed
crow
.
It
took
to
the
air
,
flapping
its
wings
in
his
face
,
slowing
him
,
blinding
him
.
He
faltered
in
the
air
as
its
pinions
beat
against
his
cheeks
.
Its
beak
stabbed
at
him
fiercely
,
and
Bran
felt
a
sudden
blinding
pain
in
the
middle
of
his
forehead
,
between
his
eyes
.
"
What
are
you
doing
?
"
he
shrieked
The
crow
opened
its
beak
and
cawed
at
him
,
a
shrill
scream
of
fear
,
and
the
grey
mists
shuddered
and
swirled
around
him
and
ripped
away
like
a
veil
,
and
he
saw
that
the
crow
was
really
a
woman
,
a
serving
woman
with
long
black
hair
,
and
he
knew
her
from
somewhere
,
from
Winterfell
,
yes
,
that
was
it
,
he
remembered
her
now
,
and
then
he
realized
that
he
was
in
Winterfell
,
in
a
bed
high
in
some
chilly
tower
room
,
and
the
black-haired
woman
dropped
a
basin
of
water
to
shatter
on
the
floor
and
ran
down
the
steps
,
shouting
,
"
He
's
awake
,
he
's
awake
,
he
's
awake
.
"
Bran
touched
his
forehead
,
between
his
eyes
.
The
place
where
the
crow
had
pecked
him
was
still
burning
,
but
there
was
nothing
there
,
no
blood
,
no
wound
.
He
felt
weak
and
dizzy
.
He
tried
to
get
out
of
bed
,
but
nothing
happened
.
And
then
there
was
movement
beside
the
bed
,
and
something
landed
lightly
on
his
legs
.
He
felt
nothing
.
A
pair
of
yellow
eyes
looked
into
his
own
,
shining
like
the
sun
.
The
window
was
open
and
it
was
cold
in
the
room
,
but
the
warmth
that
came
off
the
wolf
enfolded
him
like
a
hot
bath
.
His
pup
,
Bran
realized
...
or
was
it
?
He
was
so
big
now
.
He
reached
out
to
pet
him
,
his
hand
trembling
like
a
leaf
.
When
his
brother
Robb
burst
into
the
room
,
breathless
from
his
dash
up
the
tower
steps
,
the
direwolf
was
licking
Bran
's
face
.
Bran
looked
up
calmly
.
"
His
name
is
Summer
,
"
he
said
.
