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Maester
Luwin
sighed
.
"
Woman
,
by
rights
you
ought
to
be
dead
or
in
chains
.
The
Starks
have
treated
you
more
gently
than
you
deserve
.
It
is
unkind
to
repay
them
for
their
kindness
by
filling
the
boys
'
heads
with
folly
.
"
"
Tell
me
where
they
went
,
"
Bran
said
.
"
I
want
to
know
.
"
"
Me
too
,
"
Rickon
echoed
.
"
Oh
,
very
well
,
"
Luwin
muttered
.
"
So
long
as
the
kingdoms
of
the
First
Men
held
sway
,
the
Pact
endured
,
all
through
the
Age
of
Heroes
and
the
Long
Night
and
the
birth
of
the
Seven
Kingdoms
,
yet
finally
there
came
a
time
,
many
centuries
later
,
when
other
peoples
crossed
the
narrow
sea
.
"
The
Andals
were
the
first
,
a
race
of
tall
,
fair-haired
warriors
who
came
with
steel
and
fire
and
the
seven-pointed
star
of
the
new
gods
painted
on
their
chests
.
The
wars
lasted
hundreds
of
years
,
but
in
the
end
the
six
southron
kingdoms
all
fell
before
them
.
Only
here
,
where
the
King
in
the
North
threw
back
every
army
that
tried
to
cross
the
Neck
,
did
the
rule
of
the
First
Men
endure
.
The
Andals
burnt
out
the
weirwood
groves
,
hacked
down
the
faces
,
slaughtered
the
children
where
they
found
them
,
and
everywhere
proclaimed
the
triumph
of
the
Seven
over
the
old
gods
.
So
the
children
fled
north
--
"
Summer
began
to
howl
.
Maester
Luwin
broke
off
,
startled
.
When
Shaggydog
bounded
to
his
feet
and
added
his
voice
to
his
brother
's
,
dread
clutched
at
Bran
's
heart
.
"
It
's
coming
,
"
he
whispered
,
with
the
certainty
of
despair
.
He
had
known
it
since
last
night
,
he
realized
,
since
the
crow
had
led
him
down
into
the
crypts
to
say
farewell
.
He
had
known
it
,
but
he
had
not
believed
.
He
had
wanted
Maester
Luwin
to
be
right
.
The
crow
,
he
thought
,
the
three-eyed
crow
...
The
howling
stopped
as
suddenly
as
it
had
begun
.
Summer
padded
across
the
tower
floor
to
Shaggydog
,
and
began
to
lick
at
a
mat
of
bloody
fur
on
the
back
of
his
brother
's
neck
.
From
the
window
came
a
flutter
of
wings
.
A
raven
landed
on
the
grey
stone
sill
,
opened
its
beak
,
and
gave
a
harsh
,
raucous
rattle
of
distress
.
