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Rickon
began
to
cry
.
His
arrowheads
fell
from
his
hand
one
by
one
and
clattered
on
the
floor
.
Bran
pulled
him
close
and
hugged
him
.
Maester
Luwin
stared
at
the
black
bird
as
if
it
were
a
scorpion
with
feathers
.
He
rose
,
slow
as
a
sleepwalker
,
and
moved
to
the
window
.
When
he
whistled
,
the
raven
hopped
onto
his
bandaged
forearm
.
There
was
dried
blood
on
its
wings
.
"
A
hawk
,
"
Luwin
murmured
,
"
perhaps
an
owl
.
Poor
thing
,
a
wonder
it
got
through
"
He
took
the
letter
from
its
leg
.
Bran
found
himself
shivering
as
the
maester
unrolled
the
paper
.
"
What
is
it
?
"
he
said
,
holding
his
brother
all
the
harder
.
"
You
know
what
it
is
,
boy
,
"
Osha
said
,
not
unkindly
.
She
put
her
hand
on
his
head
.
Maester
Luwin
looked
up
at
them
numbly
,
a
small
grey
man
with
blood
on
the
sleeve
of
his
grey
wool
robe
and
tears
in
his
bright
grey
eyes
.
"
My
lords
,
"
he
said
to
the
sons
,
in
a
voice
gone
hoarse
and
shrunken
,
"
we
...
we
shall
need
to
find
a
stonecarver
who
knew
his
likeness
well
...
"
In
the
tower
room
at
the
heart
of
Maegor
's
Holdfast
,
Sansa
gave
herself
to
the
darkness
.
She
drew
the
curtains
around
her
bed
,
slept
,
woke
weeping
,
and
slept
again
.
When
she
could
not
sleep
she
lay
under
her
blankets
shivering
with
grief
.
Servants
came
and
went
,
bringing
meals
,
but
the
sight
of
food
was
more
than
she
could
bear
.
The
dishes
piled
up
on
the
table
beneath
her
window
,
untouched
and
spoiling
,
until
the
servants
took
them
away
again
.
Sometimes
her
sleep
was
leaden
and
dreamless
,
and
she
woke
from
it
more
tired
than
when
she
had
closed
her
eyes
.
Yet
those
were
the
best
times
,
for
when
she
dreamed
,
she
dreamed
of
Father
.
Waking
or
sleeping
,
she
saw
him
,
saw
the
gold
cloaks
fling
him
down
,
saw
Ser
Ilyn
striding
forward
,
unsheathing
Ice
from
the
scabbard
on
his
back
,
saw
the
moment
...
the
moment
when
...
she
had
wanted
to
look
away
,
she
had
wanted
to
,
her
legs
had
gone
out
from
under
her
and
she
had
fallen
to
her
knees
,
yet
somehow
she
could
not
turn
her
head
,
and
all
the
people
were
screaming
and
shouting
,
and
her
prince
had
smiled
at
her
,
he
'd
smiled
and
she
'd
felt
safe
,
but
only
for
a
heartbeat
,
until
he
said
those
words
,
and
her
father
's
legs
...
that
was
what
she
remembered
,
his
legs
,
the
way
they
'd
jerked
when
Ser
Ilyn
...
when
the
sword
...
Perhaps
I
will
die
too
,
she
told
herself
,
and
the
thought
did
not
seem
so
terrible
to
her
.
If
she
flung
herself
from
the
window
,
she
could
put
an
end
to
her
suffering
,
and
in
the
years
to
come
the
singers
would
write
songs
of
her
grief
.
