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Bran
could
hear
the
wind
in
the
trees
,
the
clatter
of
their
hooves
on
the
ironwood
planks
,
the
whimpering
of
his
hungry
pup
,
but
Jon
was
listening
to
something
else
.
"
There
,
"
Jon
said
.
He
swung
his
horse
around
and
galloped
back
across
the
bridge
.
They
watched
him
dismount
where
the
direwolf
lay
dead
in
the
snow
,
watched
him
kneel
.
A
moment
later
he
was
riding
back
to
them
,
smiling
.
"
He
must
have
crawled
away
from
the
others
,
"
Jon
said
.
"
Or
been
driven
away
,
"
their
father
said
,
looking
at
the
sixth
pup
.
His
fur
was
white
,
where
the
rest
of
the
litter
was
grey
.
His
eyes
were
as
red
as
the
blood
of
the
ragged
man
who
had
died
that
morning
.
Bran
thought
it
curious
that
this
pup
alone
would
have
opened
his
eyes
while
the
others
were
still
blind
.
"
An
albino
,
"
Theon
Greyjoy
said
with
wry
amusement
.
"
This
one
will
die
even
faster
than
the
others
.
"
Jon
Snow
gave
his
father
's
ward
a
long
,
chilling
look
.
"
I
think
not
,
Greyjoy
,
"
he
said
.
"
This
one
belongs
to
me
.
"
Catelyn
had
never
liked
this
godswood
.
She
had
been
born
a
Tully
,
at
Riverrun
far
to
the
south
,
on
the
Red
Fork
of
the
Trident
.
The
godswood
there
was
a
garden
,
bright
and
airy
,
where
tall
redwoods
spread
dappled
shadows
across
tinkling
streams
,
birds
sang
from
hidden
nests
,
and
the
air
was
spicy
with
the
scent
of
flowers
.
The
gods
of
Winterfell
kept
a
different
sort
of
wood
.
It
was
a
dark
,
primal
place
,
three
acres
of
old
forest
untouched
for
ten
thousand
years
as
the
gloomy
castle
rose
around
it
.
It
smelled
of
moist
earth
and
decay
.
No
redwoods
grew
here
.
This
was
a
wood
of
stubborn
sentinel
trees
armored
in
grey-green
needles
,
of
mighty
oaks
,
of
ironwoods
as
old
as
the
realm
itself
.
Here
thick
black
trunks
crowded
close
together
while
twisted
branches
wove
a
dense
canopy
overhead
and
misshappen
roots
wrestled
beneath
the
soil
.
This
was
a
place
of
deep
silence
and
brooding
shadows
,
and
the
gods
who
lived
here
had
no
names
.
But
she
knew
she
would
find
her
husband
here
tonight
.
Whenever
he
took
a
man
's
life
,
afterward
he
would
seek
the
quiet
of
the
godswood
.
