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"
I
want
to
learn
magic
,
"
Bran
told
him
.
"
The
crow
promised
that
I
would
fly
.
"
Maester
Luwin
sighed
.
"
I
can
teach
you
history
,
healing
,
herblore
.
I
can
teach
you
the
speech
of
ravens
,
and
how
to
build
a
castle
,
and
the
way
a
sailor
steers
his
ship
by
the
stars
.
I
can
teach
you
to
measure
the
days
and
mark
the
seasons
,
and
at
the
Citadel
in
Oldtown
they
can
teach
you
a
thousand
things
more
.
But
,
Bran
,
no
man
can
teach
you
magic
.
"
"
The
children
could
,
"
Bran
said
.
"
The
children
of
the
forest
.
"
That
reminded
him
of
the
promise
he
had
made
to
Osha
in
the
godswood
,
so
he
told
Luwin
what
she
had
said
.
The
maester
listened
politely
.
"
The
wildling
woman
could
give
Old
Nan
lessons
in
telling
tales
,
I
think
,
"
he
said
when
Bran
was
done
.
"
I
will
talk
with
her
again
if
you
like
,
but
it
would
be
best
if
you
did
not
trouble
your
brother
with
this
folly
.
He
has
more
than
enough
to
concern
him
without
fretting
over
giants
and
dead
men
in
the
woods
.
It
's
the
Lannisters
who
hold
your
lord
father
,
Bran
,
not
the
children
of
the
forest
.
"
He
put
a
gentle
hand
on
Bran
's
arm
.
"
Think
on
what
I
said
,
child
.
"
And
two
days
later
,
as
a
red
dawn
broke
across
a
windswept
sky
,
Bran
found
himself
in
the
yard
beneath
the
gatehouse
,
strapped
atop
Dancer
as
he
said
his
farewells
to
his
brother
.
"
You
are
the
lord
in
Winterfell
now
,
"
Robb
told
him
.
He
was
mounted
on
a
shaggy
grey
stallion
,
his
shield
hung
from
the
horse
's
side
;
wood
banded
with
iron
,
white
and
grey
,
and
on
it
the
snarling
face
of
a
direwolf
.
His
brother
wore
grey
chainmail
over
bleached
leathers
,
sword
and
dagger
at
his
waist
,
a
fur-trimmed
cloak
across
his
shoulders
.
"
You
must
take
my
place
,
as
I
took
Father
's
,
until
we
come
home
.
"
"
I
know
,
"
Bran
replied
miserably
.
He
had
never
felt
so
little
or
alone
or
scared
.
He
did
not
know
how
to
be
a
lord
.
"
Listen
to
Maester
Luwin
's
counsel
,
and
take
care
of
Rickon
.
Tell
him
that
I
'll
be
back
as
soon
as
the
fighting
is
done
.
"
Rickon
had
refused
to
come
down
.
He
was
up
in
his
chamber
,
redeyed
and
defiant
.
"
No
!
"
he
'd
screamed
when
Bran
had
asked
if
he
did
n't
want
to
say
farewell
to
Robb
.
"
NO
farewell
!
"
