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"
Grey
Wind
was
restless
too
,
"
Robb
said
.
His
auburn
hair
had
grown
shaggy
and
unkempt
,
and
a
reddish
stubble
covered
his
jaw
,
making
him
look
older
than
his
fifteen
years
.
"
Sometimes
I
think
they
know
things
...
sense
things
...
"
Robb
sighed
.
"
I
never
know
how
much
to
tell
you
,
Bran
.
I
wish
you
were
older
.
"
"
I
'm
eight
now
!
"
Bran
said
.
"
Eight
is
n't
so
much
younger
than
fifteen
,
and
I
'm
the
heir
to
Winterfell
,
after
you
.
"
"
So
you
are
.
"
Robb
sounded
sad
,
and
even
a
little
scared
.
"
Bran
,
I
need
to
tell
you
something
.
There
was
a
bird
last
night
.
From
King
's
Landing
.
Maester
Luwin
woke
me
.
"
Bran
felt
a
sudden
dread
.
Dark
wings
,
dark
words
,
Old
Nan
always
said
,
and
of
late
the
messenger
ravens
had
been
proving
the
truth
of
the
proverb
.
When
Robb
wrote
to
the
Lord
Commander
of
the
Night
's
Watch
,
the
bird
that
came
back
brought
word
that
Uncle
Benjen
was
still
missing
.
Then
a
message
had
arrived
from
the
Eyrie
,
from
Mother
,
but
that
had
not
been
good
news
either
.
She
did
not
say
when
she
meant
to
return
,
only
that
she
had
taken
the
Imp
as
prisoner
.
Bran
had
sort
of
liked
the
little
man
,
yet
the
name
Lannister
sent
cold
fingers
creeping
up
his
spine
.
There
was
something
about
the
Lannisters
,
something
he
ought
to
remember
,
but
when
he
tried
to
think
what
,
he
felt
dizzy
and
his
stomach
clenched
hard
as
a
stone
.
Robb
spent
most
of
that
day
locked
behind
closed
doors
with
Maester
Luwin
,
Theon
Greyjoy
,
and
Hallis
Mollen
.
Afterward
,
riders
were
sent
out
on
fast
horses
,
carrying
Robb
's
commands
throughout
the
north
.
Bran
heard
talk
of
Moat
Cailin
,
the
ancient
stronghold
the
First
Men
had
built
at
the
top
of
the
Neck
.
No
one
ever
told
him
what
was
happening
,
yet
he
knew
it
was
not
good
.
And
now
another
raven
,
another
message
.
Bran
clung
to
hope
.
"
Was
the
bird
from
Mother
?
Is
she
coming
home
?
"
"
The
message
was
from
Alyn
in
King
's
Landing
.
Jory
Cassel
is
dead
.
And
Wyl
and
Heward
as
well
.
Murdered
by
the
Kingslayer
.
"
Robb
lifted
his
face
to
the
snow
,
and
the
flakes
melted
on
his
cheeks
.
"
May
the
gods
give
them
rest
.
"
Bran
did
not
know
what
to
say
.
He
felt
as
if
he
'd
been
punched
.
Jory
had
been
captain
of
the
household
guard
at
Winterfell
since
before
Bran
was
born
.
"
They
killed
Jory
?
"
He
remembered
all
the
times
Jory
had
chased
him
over
the
roofs
.
He
could
picture
him
striding
across
the
yard
in
mail
and
plate
,
or
sitting
at
his
accustomed
place
on
the
bench
in
the
Great
Hall
,
joking
as
he
ate
.
"
Why
would
anyone
kill
Jory
?
"
Robb
shook
his
head
numbly
,
the
pain
plain
in
his
eyes
.
"
I
do
n't
know
,
and
...
Bran
,
that
's
not
the
worst
of
it
.
Father
was
caught
beneath
a
falling
horse
in
the
fight
.
Alyn
says
his
leg
was
shattered
,
and
...
Maester
Pycelle
has
given
him
the
milk
of
the
poppy
,
but
they
are
n't
sure
when
...
when
he
...
"
The
sound
of
hoofbeats
made
him
glance
down
the
road
,
to
where
Theon
and
the
others
were
coming
up
.
"
When
he
will
wake
,
"
Robb
finished
.
He
laid
his
hand
on
the
pommel
of
his
sword
then
,
and
went
on
in
the
solemn
voice
of
Robb
the
Lord
.
"
Bran
,
I
promise
you
,
whatever
might
happen
,
I
will
not
let
this
be
forgotten
.
"
