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Her
voice
had
dropped
very
low
,
almost
to
a
whisper
,
and
Bran
found
himself
leaning
forward
to
listen
.
"
Now
these
were
the
days
before
the
Andals
came
,
and
long
before
the
women
fled
across
the
narrow
sea
from
the
cities
of
the
Rhoyne
,
and
the
hundred
kingdoms
of
those
times
were
the
kingdoms
of
the
First
Men
,
who
had
taken
these
lands
from
the
children
of
the
forest
.
Yet
here
and
there
in
the
fastness
of
the
woods
the
children
still
lived
in
their
wooden
cities
and
hollow
hills
,
and
the
faces
in
the
trees
kept
watch
.
So
as
cold
and
death
filled
the
earth
,
the
last
hero
determined
to
seek
out
the
children
,
in
the
hopes
that
their
ancient
magics
could
win
back
what
the
armies
of
men
had
lost
.
He
set
out
into
the
dead
lands
with
a
sword
,
a
horse
,
a
dog
,
and
a
dozen
companions
.
For
years
he
searched
,
until
he
despaired
of
ever
finding
the
children
of
the
forest
in
their
secret
cities
.
One
by
one
his
friends
died
,
and
his
horse
,
and
finally
even
his
dog
,
and
his
sword
froze
so
hard
the
blade
snapped
when
he
tried
to
use
it
.
And
the
Others
smelled
the
hot
blood
in
him
,
and
came
silent
on
his
trail
,
stalking
him
with
packs
of
pale
white
spiders
big
as
hounds
--
"
The
door
opened
with
a
bang
,
and
Bran
's
heart
leapt
up
into
his
mouth
in
sudden
fear
,
but
it
was
only
Maester
Luwin
,
with
Hodor
looming
in
the
stairway
behind
him
.
"
Hodor
!
"
the
stableboy
announced
,
as
was
his
custom
,
smiling
hugely
at
them
all
.
Maester
Luwin
was
not
smiling
.
"
We
have
visitors
,
"
he
announced
,
"
and
your
presence
is
required
,
Bran
.
"
"
I
'm
listening
to
a
story
now
,
"
Bran
complained
.
"
Stories
wait
,
my
little
lord
,
and
when
you
come
back
to
them
,
why
,
there
they
are
,
"
Old
Nan
said
.
"
Visitors
are
not
so
patient
,
and
ofttimes
they
bring
stories
of
their
own
.
"
"
Who
is
it
?
"
Bran
asked
Maester
Luwin
.
"
Tyrion
Lannister
,
and
some
men
of
the
Night
's
Watch
,
with
word
from
your
brother
Jon
.
Robb
is
meeting
with
them
now
.
Hodor
,
will
you
help
Bran
down
to
the
hall
?
"
"
Hodor
!
"
Hodor
agreed
happily
.
He
ducked
to
get
his
great
shaggy
head
under
the
door
.
Hodor
was
nearly
seven
feet
tall
.
It
was
hard
to
believe
that
he
was
the
same
blood
as
Old
Nan
.
Bran
wondered
if
he
would
shrivel
up
as
small
as
his
great-grandmother
when
he
was
old
.
It
did
not
seem
likely
,
even
if
Hodor
lived
to
be
a
thousand
.
