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"
The
sooner
the
better
,
"
Theon
Greyjoy
agreed
.
He
drew
his
sword
.
"
Give
the
beast
here
,
Bran
.
"
The
little
thing
squirmed
against
him
,
as
if
it
heard
and
understood
.
"
No
!
"
Bran
cried
out
fiercely
.
"
It
's
mine
.
"
"
Put
away
your
sword
,
Greyjoy
,
"
Robb
said
.
For
a
moment
he
sounded
as
commanding
as
their
father
,
like
the
lord
he
would
someday
be
.
"
We
will
keep
these
pups
.
"
"
You
can
not
do
that
,
boy
,
"
said
Harwin
,
who
was
Hullen
's
son
.
"
It
be
a
mercy
to
kill
them
,
"
Hullen
said
.
Bran
looked
to
his
lord
father
for
rescue
,
but
got
only
a
frown
,
a
furrowed
brow
.
"
Hullen
speaks
truly
,
son
.
Better
a
swift
death
than
a
hard
one
from
cold
and
starvation
.
"
"
No
!
"
He
could
feel
tears
welling
in
his
eyes
,
and
he
looked
away
.
He
did
not
want
to
cry
in
front
of
his
father
.
Robb
resisted
stubbornly
.
"
Ser
Rodrik
's
red
bitch
whelped
again
last
week
,
"
he
said
.
"
It
was
a
small
litter
,
only
two
live
pups
.
She
'll
have
milk
enough
.
"
"
She
'll
rip
them
apart
when
they
try
to
nurse
.
"
"
Lord
Stark
,
"
Jon
said
.
It
was
strange
to
hear
him
call
Father
that
,
so
formal
.
Bran
looked
at
him
with
desperate
hope
.
"
There
are
five
pups
,
"
he
told
Father
.
"
Three
male
,
two
female
.
"
