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With
his
legs
unable
to
grip
,
the
swaying
motion
of
the
horse
made
Bran
feel
unsteady
at
first
,
but
the
huge
saddle
with
its
thick
horn
and
high
back
cradled
him
comfortingly
,
and
the
straps
around
his
chest
and
thighs
would
not
allow
him
to
fall
.
After
a
time
the
rhythm
began
to
feel
almost
natural
.
His
anxiety
faded
,
and
a
tremulous
smile
crept
across
his
face
.
Two
serving
wenches
stood
beneath
the
sign
of
the
Smoking
Log
,
the
local
alehouse
.
When
Theon
Greyjoy
called
out
to
them
,
the
younger
girl
turned
red
and
covered
her
face
.
Theon
spurred
his
mount
to
move
up
beside
Robb
.
"
Sweet
Kyra
,
"
he
said
with
a
laugh
.
"
She
squirms
like
a
weasel
in
bed
,
but
say
a
word
to
her
on
the
street
,
and
she
blushes
pink
as
a
maid
.
Did
I
ever
tell
you
about
the
night
that
she
and
Bessa
--
"
"
Not
where
my
brother
can
hear
,
Theon
,
"
Robb
warned
him
with
a
glance
at
Bran
.
Bran
looked
away
and
pretended
not
to
have
heard
,
but
he
could
feel
Greyjoy
's
eyes
on
him
.
No
doubt
he
was
smiling
.
He
smiled
a
lot
,
as
if
the
world
were
a
secret
joke
that
only
he
was
clever
enough
to
understand
.
Robb
seemed
to
admire
Theon
and
enjoy
his
company
,
but
Bran
had
never
warmed
to
his
father
's
ward
.
Robb
rode
closer
.
"
You
are
doing
well
,
Bran
.
"
"
I
want
to
go
faster
,
"
Bran
replied
.
Robb
smiled
.
"
As
you
will
.
"
He
sent
his
gelding
into
a
trot
.
The
wolves
raced
after
him
.
Bran
snapped
the
reins
sharply
,
and
Dancer
picked
up
her
pace
.
He
heard
a
shout
from
Theon
Greyjoy
,
and
the
hoofbeats
of
the
other
horses
behind
him
.
Bran
's
cloak
billowed
out
,
rippling
in
the
wind
,
and
the
snow
seemed
to
rush
at
his
face
.
Robb
was
well
ahead
,
glancing
back
over
his
shoulder
from
time
to
time
to
make
sure
Bran
and
the
others
were
following
.
He
snapped
the
reins
again
.
Smooth
as
silk
,
Dancer
slid
into
a
gallop
.
The
distance
closed
.
By
the
time
he
caught
Robb
on
the
edge
of
the
wolfswood
,
two
miles
beyond
the
winter
town
,
they
had
left
the
others
well
behind
.
"
I
can
ride
!
"
Bran
shouted
,
grinning
.
It
felt
almost
as
good
as
flying
.
"
I
'd
race
you
,
but
I
fear
you
'd
win
.
"
Robb
's
tone
was
light
and
joking
,
yet
Bran
could
tell
that
something
was
troubling
his
brother
underneath
the
smile
.
"
I
do
n't
want
to
race
.
"
Bran
looked
around
for
the
direwolves
.
Both
had
vanished
into
the
wood
.
"
Did
you
hear
Summer
howling
last
night
?
"
