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'
M'lord
Stark
,
'
I
called
to
him
,
respectful
as
you
please
,
but
he
looked
through
me
,
and
that
sweaty
oaf
Greatjon
Umber
shoves
me
out
of
the
path
.
So
be
it
.
I
'll
wear
my
irons
and
hold
my
tongue
.
A
man
who
wo
n't
listen
ca
n't
hear
.
"
"
Tell
me
.
Robb
will
listen
to
me
,
I
know
he
will
.
"
"
Will
he
now
?
We
'll
see
.
You
tell
him
this
,
m
'
lord
.
You
tell
him
he
's
bound
on
marching
the
wrong
way
.
It
's
north
he
should
be
taking
his
swords
.
North
,
not
south
.
You
hear
me
?
"
Bran
nodded
.
"
I
'll
tell
him
.
"
But
that
night
,
when
they
feasted
in
the
Great
Hall
,
Robb
was
not
with
them
.
He
took
his
meal
in
the
solar
instead
,
with
Lord
Rickard
and
the
Greatjon
and
the
other
lords
bannermen
,
to
make
the
final
plans
for
the
long
march
to
come
.
It
was
left
to
Bran
to
fill
his
place
at
the
head
of
the
table
,
and
act
the
host
to
Lord
Karstark
's
sons
and
honored
friends
.
They
were
already
at
their
places
when
Hodor
carried
Bran
into
the
hall
on
his
back
,
and
knelt
beside
the
high
seat
.
Two
of
the
serving
men
helped
lift
him
from
his
basket
.
Bran
could
feel
the
eyes
of
every
stranger
in
the
hall
.
It
had
grown
quiet
.
"
My
lords
,
"
Hallis
Mollen
announced
,
"
Brandon
Stark
,
of
Winterfell
.
"
"
I
welcome
you
to
our
fires
,
"
Bran
said
stiffly
,
"
and
offer
you
meat
and
mead
in
honor
of
our
friendship
.
"
Harrion
Karstark
,
the
oldest
of
Lord
Rickard
's
sons
,
bowed
,
and
his
brothers
after
him
,
yet
as
they
settled
back
in
their
places
he
heard
the
younger
two
talking
in
low
voices
,
over
the
clatter
of
wine
cups
.
"
...
sooner
die
than
live
like
that
,
"
muttered
one
,
his
father
's
namesake
Eddard
,
and
his
brother
Torrhen
said
likely
the
boy
was
broken
inside
as
well
as
out
,
too
craven
to
take
his
own
life
.
Broken
,
Bran
thought
bitterly
as
he
clutched
his
knife
.
Is
that
what
he
was
now
?
Bran
the
Broken
?
"
I
do
n't
want
to
be
broken
,
"
he
whispered
fiercely
to
Maester
Luwin
,
who
'd
been
seated
to
his
right
.
"
I
want
to
be
a
knight
.
"
"
There
are
some
who
call
my
order
the
knights
of
the
mind
,
"
Luwin
replied
.
"
You
are
a
surpassing
clever
boy
when
you
work
at
it
,
Bran
.
Have
you
ever
thought
that
you
might
wear
a
maester
's
chain
?
There
is
no
limit
to
what
you
might
learn
.
"
