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Maester
Luwin
and
Farlen
the
kennelmaster
had
taught
him
.
A
direwolf
had
a
bigger
head
and
longer
legs
in
proportion
to
its
body
,
and
its
snout
and
jaw
were
markedly
leaner
and
more
pronounced
.
There
was
something
gaunt
and
terrible
about
them
as
they
stood
there
amid
the
gently
falling
snow
.
Fresh
blood
spotted
Grey
Wind
's
muzzle
.
"
Dogs
,
"
the
big
bald
man
said
contemptuously
.
"
Yet
I
'm
told
there
's
nothing
like
a
wolfskin
cloak
to
warm
a
man
by
night
.
"
He
made
a
sharp
gesture
.
"
Take
them
.
"
Robb
shouted
,
"
Winterfell
!
"
and
kicked
his
horse
.
The
gelding
plunged
down
the
bank
as
the
ragged
men
closed
.
A
man
with
an
axe
rushed
in
,
shouting
and
heedless
.
Robb
's
sword
caught
him
full
in
the
face
with
a
sickening
crunch
and
a
spray
of
bright
blood
.
The
man
with
the
gaunt
stubbly
face
made
a
grab
for
the
reins
,
and
for
half
a
second
he
had
them
...
and
then
Grey
Wind
was
on
him
,
bearing
him
down
.
He
fell
back
into
the
stream
with
a
splash
and
a
shout
,
flailing
wildly
with
his
knife
as
his
head
went
under
.
The
direwolf
plunged
in
after
him
,
and
the
white
water
turned
red
where
they
had
vanished
.
Robb
and
Osha
matched
blows
in
midstream
.
Her
long
spear
was
a
steel-headed
serpent
,
flashing
out
at
his
chest
,
once
,
twice
,
three
times
,
but
Robb
parried
every
thrust
with
his
longsword
,
turning
the
point
aside
.
On
the
fourth
or
fifth
thrust
,
the
tall
woman
overextended
herself
and
lost
her
balance
,
just
for
a
second
.
Robb
charged
,
riding
her
down
.
A
few
feet
away
,
Summer
darted
in
and
snapped
at
Hali
.
The
knife
bit
at
his
flank
.
Summer
slid
away
,
snarling
,
and
came
rushing
in
again
.
This
time
his
jaws
closed
around
her
calf
.
Holding
the
knife
with
both
hands
,
the
small
woman
stabbed
down
,
but
the
direwolf
seemed
to
sense
the
blade
coming
.
He
pulled
free
for
an
instant
,
his
mouth
full
of
leather
and
cloth
and
bloody
flesh
.
When
Hali
stumbled
and
fell
,
he
came
at
her
again
,
slamming
her
backward
,
teeth
tearing
at
her
belly
.
The
sixth
man
ran
from
the
carnage
...
but
not
far
.
As
he
went
scrambling
up
the
far
side
of
the
bank
,
Grey
Wind
emerged
from
the
stream
,
dripping
wet
.
He
shook
the
water
off
and
bounded
after
the
running
man
,
hamstringing
him
with
a
single
snap
of
his
teeth
,
and
going
for
the
throat
as
the
screaming
man
slid
back
down
toward
the
water
.
And
then
there
was
no
one
left
but
the
big
man
,
Stiv
.
He
slashed
at
Bran
's
chest
strap
,
grabbed
his
arm
,
and
yanked
.
Suddenly
Bran
was
falling
.
He
sprawled
on
the
ground
,
his
legs
tangled
under
him
,
one
foot
in
the
stream
.
He
could
not
feel
the
cold
of
the
water
,
but
he
felt
the
steel
when
Stiv
pressed
his
dagger
to
his
throat
.
"
Back
away
,
"
the
man
warned
,
"
or
I
'll
open
the
boy
's
windpipe
,
I
swear
it
.
"
Robb
reined
his
horse
in
,
breathing
hard
.
The
fury
went
out
of
his
eyes
,
and
his
sword
arm
dropped
.
In
that
moment
Bran
saw
everything
.
Summer
was
savaging
Hali
,
pulling
glistening
blue
snakes
from
her
belly
.
Her
eyes
were
wide
and
staring
.
Bran
could
not
tell
whether
she
was
alive
or
dead
.
The
grey
stubbly
man
and
the
one
with
the
axe
lay
unmoving
,
but
Osha
was
on
her
knees
,
crawling
toward
her
fallen
spear
.
