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Maester
Luwin
came
forward
.
"
My
lord
,
the
child
has
lost
the
use
of
his
legs
.
He
can
not
sit
a
horse
.
"
"
Nonsense
,
"
said
Lannister
.
"
With
the
right
horse
and
the
right
saddle
,
even
a
cripple
can
ride
.
"
The
word
was
a
knife
through
Bran
's
heart
.
He
felt
tears
come
unbidden
to
his
eyes
.
"
I
'm
not
a
cripple
!
"
"
Then
I
am
not
a
dwarf
,
"
the
dwarf
said
with
a
twist
of
his
mouth
.
"
My
father
will
rejoice
to
hear
it
.
"
Greyjoy
laughed
.
"
What
sort
of
horse
and
saddle
are
you
suggesting
?
"
Maester
Luwin
asked
.
"
A
smart
horse
,
"
Lannister
replied
.
"
The
boy
can
not
use
his
legs
to
command
the
animal
,
so
you
must
shape
the
horse
to
the
rider
,
teach
it
to
respond
to
the
reins
,
to
the
voice
.
I
would
begin
with
an
unbroken
yearling
,
with
no
old
training
to
be
unlearned
.
"
He
drew
a
rolled
paper
from
his
belt
.
"
Give
this
to
your
saddler
.
He
will
provide
the
rest
.
"
Maester
Luwin
took
the
paper
from
the
dwarfs
hand
,
curious
as
a
small
grey
squirrel
.
He
unrolled
it
,
studied
it
.
"
I
see
.
You
draw
nicely
,
my
lord
.
Yes
,
this
ought
to
work
.
I
should
have
thought
of
this
myself
.
"
"
It
came
easier
to
me
,
Maester
.
It
is
not
terribly
unlike
my
own
saddles
.
"
"
Will
I
truly
be
able
to
ride
?
"
Bran
asked
.
He
wanted
to
believe
them
,
but
he
was
afraid
.
Perhaps
it
was
just
another
lie
.
The
crow
had
promised
him
that
he
could
fly
.
