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"
You
Lannisters
had
best
remember
that
,
"
Robb
said
,
lowering
his
sword
.
"
Hodor
,
bring
my
brother
here
.
"
"
Hodor
,
"
Hodor
said
,
and
he
trotted
forward
smiling
and
set
Bran
in
the
high
seat
of
the
Starks
,
where
the
Lords
of
Winterfell
had
sat
since
the
days
when
they
called
themselves
the
Kings
in
the
North
.
The
seat
was
cold
stone
,
polished
smooth
by
countless
bottoms
;
the
carved
heads
of
direwolves
snarled
on
the
ends
of
its
massive
arms
.
Bran
clasped
them
as
he
sat
,
his
useless
legs
dangling
.
The
great
seat
made
him
feel
half
a
baby
.
Robb
put
a
hand
on
his
shoulder
.
"
You
said
you
had
business
with
Bran
.
Well
,
here
he
is
,
Lannister
.
"
Bran
was
uncomfortably
aware
of
Tyrion
Lannister
's
eyes
.
One
was
black
and
one
was
green
,
and
both
were
looking
at
him
,
studying
him
,
weighing
him
.
"
I
am
told
you
were
quite
the
climber
,
Bran
,
"
the
little
man
said
at
last
.
"
Tell
me
,
how
is
it
you
happened
to
fall
that
day
?
"
"
I
never
,
"
Bran
insisted
.
He
never
fell
,
never
never
never
.
"
The
child
does
not
remember
anything
of
the
fall
,
or
the
climb
that
came
before
it
,
"
said
Maester
Luwin
gently
.
"
Curious
,
"
said
Tyrion
Lannister
.
"
My
brother
is
not
here
to
answer
questions
,
Lannister
,
"
Robb
said
curtly
.
"
Do
your
business
and
be
on
your
way
.
"
"
I
have
a
gift
for
you
,
"
the
dwarf
said
to
Bran
.
"
Do
you
like
to
ride
,
boy
?
"
