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Hodor
lifted
Bran
as
easy
as
if
he
were
a
bale
of
hay
,
and
cradled
him
against
his
massive
chest
.
He
always
smelled
faintly
of
horses
,
but
it
was
not
a
bad
smell
.
His
arms
were
thick
with
muscle
and
matted
with
brown
hair
.
"
Hodor
,
"
he
said
again
.
Theon
Greyjoy
had
once
commented
that
Hodor
did
not
know
much
,
but
no
one
could
doubt
that
he
knew
his
name
.
Old
Nan
had
cackled
like
a
hen
when
Bran
told
her
that
,
and
confessed
that
Hodor
's
real
name
was
Walder
.
No
one
knew
where
"
Hodor
"
had
come
from
,
she
said
,
but
when
he
started
saying
it
,
they
started
calling
him
by
it
.
It
was
the
only
word
he
had
.
They
left
Old
Nan
in
the
tower
room
with
her
needles
and
her
memories
.
Hodor
hummed
tunelessly
as
he
carried
Bran
down
the
steps
and
through
the
gallery
,
with
Maester
Luwin
following
behind
,
hurrying
to
keep
up
with
the
stableboy
's
long
strides
.
Robb
was
seated
in
Father
's
high
seat
,
wearing
ringmail
and
boiled
leather
and
the
stern
face
of
Robb
the
Lord
.
Theon
Greyjoy
and
Hallis
Mollen
stood
behind
him
.
A
dozen
guardsmen
lined
the
grey
stone
walls
beneath
tall
narrow
windows
.
In
the
center
of
the
room
the
dwarf
stood
with
his
servants
,
and
four
strangers
in
the
black
of
the
Night
's
Watch
.
Bran
could
sense
the
anger
in
the
hall
the
moment
that
Hodor
carried
him
through
the
doors
.
"
Any
man
of
the
Night
's
Watch
is
welcome
here
at
Winterfell
for
as
long
as
he
wishes
to
stay
,
"
Robb
was
saying
with
the
voice
of
Robb
the
Lord
.
His
sword
was
across
his
knees
,
the
steel
bare
for
all
the
world
to
see
.
Even
Bran
knew
what
it
meant
to
greet
a
guest
with
an
unsheathed
sword
.
"
Any
man
of
the
Night
's
Watch
,
"
the
dwarf
repeated
,
"
but
not
me
,
do
I
take
your
meaning
,
boy
?
"
Robb
stood
and
pointed
at
the
little
man
with
his
sword
.
"
I
am
the
lord
here
while
my
mother
and
father
are
away
,
Lannister
.
I
am
not
your
boy
.
"
"
If
you
are
a
lord
,
you
might
learn
a
lord
's
courtesy
,
"
the
little
man
replied
,
ignoring
the
sword
point
in
his
face
.
"
Your
bastard
brother
has
all
your
father
's
graces
,
it
would
seem
.
"
"
Jon
,
"
Bran
gasped
out
from
Hodor
's
arms
.
The
dwarf
turned
to
look
at
him
.
"
So
it
is
true
,
the
boy
lives
.
I
could
scarce
believe
it
.
You
Starks
are
hard
to
kill
.
"
