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"
Too
long
,
"
Yoren
said
.
"
Most
like
he
's
dead
.
"
"
My
uncle
is
not
dead
,
"
Robb
Stark
said
loudly
,
anger
in
his
tones
.
He
rose
from
the
bench
and
laid
his
hand
on
the
hilt
of
his
sword
.
"
Do
you
hear
me
?
My
uncle
is
not
dead
!
"
His
voice
rang
against
the
stone
walls
,
and
Bran
was
suddenly
afraid
.
Old
sour-smelling
Yoren
looked
up
at
Robb
,
unimpressed
.
"
Whatever
you
say
,
m
'
lord
,
"
he
said
.
He
sucked
at
a
piece
of
meat
between
his
teeth
.
The
youngest
of
the
black
brothers
shifted
uncomfortably
in
his
seat
.
"
There
's
not
a
man
on
the
Wall
knows
the
haunted
forest
better
than
Benjen
Stark
.
He
'll
find
his
way
back
.
"
"
Well
,
"
said
Yoren
,
"
maybe
he
will
and
maybe
he
wo
n't
.
Good
men
have
gone
into
those
woods
before
,
and
never
come
out
.
"
All
Bran
could
think
of
was
Old
Nan
's
story
of
the
Others
and
the
last
hero
,
hounded
through
the
white
woods
by
dead
men
and
spiders
big
as
hounds
.
He
was
afraid
for
a
moment
,
until
he
remembered
how
that
story
ended
.
"
The
children
will
help
him
,
"
he
blurted
,
"
the
children
of
the
forest
!
"
Theon
Greyjoy
sniggered
,
and
Maester
Luwin
said
,
"
Bran
,
the
children
of
the
forest
have
been
dead
and
gone
for
thousands
of
years
.
All
that
is
left
of
them
are
the
faces
in
the
trees
.
"
"
Down
here
,
might
be
that
's
true
,
Maester
,
"
Yoren
said
,
"
but
up
past
the
Wall
,
who
's
to
say
?
Up
there
,
a
man
ca
n't
always
tell
what
's
alive
and
what
's
dead
.
"
That
night
,
after
the
plates
had
been
cleared
,
Robb
carried
Bran
up
to
bed
himself
.
Grey
Wind
led
the
way
,
and
Summer
came
close
behind
.
His
brother
was
strong
for
his
age
,
and
Bran
was
as
light
as
a
bundle
of
rags
,
but
the
stairs
were
steep
and
dark
,
and
Robb
was
breathing
hard
by
the
time
they
reached
the
top
.
