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"
I
know
.
"
Bran
felt
as
miserable
as
he
sounded
.
He
handed
the
bronze
tube
back
to
the
maester
,
and
noticed
how
thin
Luwin
's
hair
had
grown
on
top
.
He
could
see
the
pink
of
scalp
showing
through
.
It
felt
queer
to
look
down
on
him
this
way
,
when
he
'd
spent
his
whole
life
looking
up
at
him
,
but
when
you
sat
on
Hodor
's
back
you
looked
down
on
everyone
.
"
I
do
n't
want
to
watch
anymore
.
Hodor
,
take
me
back
to
the
keep
.
"
"
Hodor
,
"
said
Hodor
.
Maester
Luwin
tucked
the
tube
up
his
sleeve
.
"
Bran
,
your
lord
brother
will
not
have
time
to
see
you
now
.
He
must
greet
Lord
Karstark
and
his
sons
and
make
them
welcome
.
"
"
I
wo
n't
trouble
Robb
.
I
want
to
visit
the
godswood
.
"
He
put
his
hand
on
Hodor
's
shoulder
.
"
Hodor
.
"
A
series
of
chisel-cut
handholds
made
a
ladder
in
the
granite
of
the
tower
's
inner
wall
.
Hodor
hummed
tunelessly
as
he
went
down
hand
under
hand
,
Bran
bouncing
against
his
back
in
the
wicker
seat
that
Maester
Luwin
had
fashioned
for
him
.
Luwin
had
gotten
the
idea
from
the
baskets
the
women
used
to
carry
firewood
on
their
backs
;
after
that
it
had
been
a
simple
matter
of
cutting
legholes
and
attaching
some
new
straps
to
spread
Bran
's
weight
more
evenly
.
It
was
not
as
good
as
riding
Dancer
,
but
there
were
places
Dancer
could
not
go
,
and
this
did
not
shame
Bran
the
way
it
did
when
Hodor
carried
him
in
his
arms
like
a
baby
.
Hodor
seemed
to
like
it
too
,
though
with
Hodor
it
was
hard
to
tell
.
The
only
tricky
part
was
doors
.
Sometimes
Hodor
forgot
that
he
had
Bran
on
his
back
,
and
that
could
be
painful
when
he
went
through
a
door
.
For
near
a
fortnight
there
had
been
so
many
comings
and
goings
that
Robb
ordered
both
portcullises
kept
up
and
the
drawbridge
down
between
them
,
even
in
the
dead
of
night
.
A
long
column
of
armored
lancers
was
crossing
the
moat
between
the
walls
when
Bran
emerged
from
the
tower
;
Karstark
men
,
following
their
lords
into
the
castle
.
They
wore
black
iron
halfhelms
and
black
woolen
cloaks
patterned
with
the
white
sunburst
.
Hodor
trotted
along
beside
them
,
smiling
to
himself
,
his
boots
thudding
against
the
wood
of
the
drawbridge
.
The
riders
gave
them
queer
looks
as
they
went
by
,
and
once
Bran
heard
someone
guffaw
.
He
refused
to
let
it
trouble
him
.
"
Men
will
look
at
you
,
"
Maester
Luwin
had
warned
him
the
first
time
they
had
strapped
the
wicker
basket
around
Hodor
's
chest
.
"
They
will
look
,
and
they
will
talk
,
and
some
will
mock
you
.
"
Let
them
mock
,
Bran
thought
.
No
one
mocked
him
in
his
bedchamber
,
but
he
would
not
live
his
life
in
bed
.
As
they
passed
beneath
the
gatehouse
portcullis
,
Bran
put
two
fingers
into
his
mouth
and
whistled
.
Summer
came
loping
across
the
yard
.
Suddenly
the
Karstark
lancers
were
fighting
for
control
,
as
their
horses
rolled
their
eyes
and
whickered
in
dismay
.
One
stallion
reared
,
screaming
,
his
rider
cursing
and
hanging
on
desperately
.
The
scent
of
the
direwolves
sent
horses
into
a
frenzy
of
fear
if
they
were
not
accustomed
to
it
,
but
they
'd
quiet
soon
enough
once
Summer
was
gone
.
"
The
godswood
,
"
Bran
reminded
Hodor
.
Even
Winterfell
itself
was
crowded
.
The
yard
rang
to
the
sound
of
sword
and
axe
,
the
rumble
of
wagons
,
and
the
barking
of
dogs
.
The
armory
doors
were
open
,
and
Bran
glimpsed
Mikken
at
his
forge
,
his
hammer
ringing
as
sweat
dripped
off
his
bare
chest
.
Bran
had
never
seen
as
many
strangers
in
all
his
years
,
not
even
when
King
Robert
had
come
to
visit
Father
.
He
tried
not
to
flinch
as
Hodor
ducked
through
a
low
door
.
They
walked
down
a
long
dim
hallway
,
Summer
padding
easily
beside
them
.
The
wolf
glanced
up
from
time
to
time
,
eyes
smoldering
like
liquid
gold
.
Bran
would
have
liked
to
touch
him
,
but
he
was
riding
too
high
for
his
hand
to
reach
.
