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When
he
heard
the
rustle
of
leaves
,
Bran
used
the
reins
to
make
Dancer
turn
,
expecting
to
see
his
friends
,
but
the
ragged
men
who
stepped
out
onto
the
bank
of
the
stream
were
strangers
.
"
Good
day
to
you
,
"
he
said
nervously
.
One
look
,
and
Bran
knew
they
were
neither
foresters
nor
farmers
.
He
was
suddenly
conscious
of
how
richly
he
was
dressed
.
His
surcoat
was
new
,
dark
grey
wool
with
silver
buttons
,
and
a
heavy
silver
pin
fastened
his
fur-trimmed
cloak
at
the
shoulders
.
His
boots
and
gloves
were
lined
with
fur
as
well
.
"
All
alone
,
are
you
?
"
said
the
biggest
of
them
,
a
bald
man
with
a
raw
windburnt
face
.
"
Lost
in
the
wolfswood
,
poor
lad
.
"
"
I
'm
not
lost
.
"
Bran
did
not
like
the
way
the
strangers
were
looking
at
him
.
He
counted
four
,
but
when
he
turned
his
head
,
he
saw
two
others
behind
him
.
"
My
brother
rode
off
just
a
moment
ago
,
and
my
guard
will
be
here
shortly
.
"
"
Your
guard
,
is
it
?
"
a
second
man
said
.
Grey
stubble
covered
his
gaunt
face
.
"
And
what
would
they
be
guarding
,
my
little
lord
?
Is
that
a
silver
pin
I
see
there
on
your
cloak
?
"
"
Pretty
,
"
said
a
woman
's
voice
.
She
scarcely
looked
like
a
woman
;
tall
and
lean
,
with
the
same
hard
face
as
the
others
,
her
hair
hidden
beneath
a
bowl-shaped
halfhelm
.
The
spear
she
held
was
eight
feet
of
black
oak
,
tipped
in
rusted
steel
.
"
Let
's
have
a
look
,
"
said
the
big
bald
man
.
Bran
watched
him
anxiously
.
The
man
's
clothes
were
filthy
,
fallen
almost
to
pieces
,
patched
here
with
brown
and
here
with
blue
and
there
with
a
dark
green
,
and
faded
everywhere
to
grey
,
but
once
that
cloak
might
have
been
black
.
The
grey
stubbly
man
wore
black
rags
too
,
he
saw
with
a
sudden
start
.
Suddenly
Bran
remembered
the
oathbreaker
his
father
had
beheaded
,
the
day
they
had
found
the
wolf
pups
;
that
man
had
worn
black
as
well
,
and
Father
said
he
had
been
a
deserter
from
the
Night
's
Watch
.
No
man
is
more
dangerous
,
he
remembered
Lord
Eddard
saying
.
The
deserter
knows
his
life
is
forfeit
if
he
is
taken
,
so
he
will
not
flinch
from
any
crime
,
no
matter
how
vile
or
cruel
.
"
The
pin
,
lad
,
"
the
big
man
said
.
He
held
out
his
hand
.
"
We
'll
take
the
horse
too
,
"
said
another
of
them
,
a
woman
shorter
than
Robb
,
with
a
broad
fiat
face
and
lank
yellow
hair
.
"
Get
down
,
and
be
quick
about
it
.
"
A
knife
slid
from
her
sleeve
into
her
hand
,
its
edge
jagged
as
a
saw
.
