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Bran
shook
his
head
.
"
I
was
just
remembering
,
"
he
said
.
"
Jory
brought
us
here
once
,
to
fish
for
trout
.
You
and
me
and
Jon
.
Do
you
remember
?
"
"
I
remember
,
"
Robb
said
,
his
voice
quiet
and
sad
.
"
I
did
n't
catch
anything
,
"
Bran
said
,
"
but
Jon
gave
me
his
fish
on
the
way
back
to
Winterfell
.
Will
we
ever
see
Jon
again
?
"
"
We
saw
Uncle
Benjen
when
the
king
came
to
visit
,
"
Robb
pointed
out
.
"
Jon
will
visit
too
,
you
'll
see
.
"
The
stream
was
running
high
and
fast
.
Robb
dismounted
and
led
his
gelding
across
the
ford
.
In
the
deepest
part
of
the
crossing
,
the
water
came
up
to
midthigh
.
He
tied
his
horse
to
a
tree
on
the
far
side
,
and
waded
back
across
for
Bran
and
Dancer
.
The
current
foamed
around
rock
and
root
,
and
Bran
could
feel
the
spray
on
his
face
as
Robb
led
him
over
.
It
made
him
smile
.
For
a
moment
he
felt
strong
again
,
and
whole
.
He
looked
up
at
the
trees
and
dreamed
of
climbing
them
,
right
up
to
the
very
top
,
with
the
whole
forest
spread
out
beneath
him
.
They
were
on
the
far
side
when
they
heard
the
howl
,
a
long
rising
wail
that
moved
through
the
trees
like
a
cold
wind
.
Bran
raised
his
head
to
listen
.
"
Summer
,
"
he
said
.
No
sooner
had
he
spoken
than
a
second
voice
joined
the
first
.
"
They
've
made
a
kill
,
"
Robb
said
as
he
remounted
.
"
I
'd
best
go
and
bring
them
back
.
Wait
here
,
Theon
and
the
others
should
be
along
shortly
.
"
"
I
want
to
go
with
you
,
"
Bran
said
.
"
I
'll
find
them
faster
by
myself
.
"
Robb
spurred
his
gelding
and
vanished
into
the
trees
.
Once
he
was
gone
,
the
woods
seemed
to
close
in
around
Bran
.
The
snow
was
falling
more
heavily
now
.
Where
it
touched
the
ground
it
melted
,
but
all
about
him
rock
and
root
and
branch
wore
a
thin
blanket
of
white
.
As
he
waited
,
he
was
conscious
of
how
uncomfortable
he
felt
.
He
could
not
feel
his
legs
,
hanging
useless
in
the
stirrups
,
but
the
strap
around
his
chest
was
tight
and
chafing
,
and
the
melting
snow
had
soaked
through
his
gloves
to
chill
his
hands
.
He
wondered
what
was
keeping
Theon
and
Maester
Luwin
and
Joseth
and
the
rest
.
