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Arya
did
n't
think
it
was
funny
.
"
I
hate
needlework
!
"
she
said
with
passion
.
"
It
's
not
fair
!
"
"
Nothing
is
fair
,
"
Jon
said
.
He
messed
up
her
hair
again
and
walked
away
from
her
,
Ghost
moving
silently
beside
him
.
Nymeria
started
to
follow
too
,
then
stopped
and
came
back
when
she
saw
that
Arya
was
not
coming
.
Reluctantly
she
turned
in
the
other
direction
.
It
was
worse
than
Jon
had
thought
.
It
was
n't
Septa
Mordane
waiting
in
her
room
.
It
was
Septa
Mordane
and
her
mother
.
The
hunt
left
at
dawn
.
The
king
wanted
wild
boar
at
the
feast
tonight
.
Prince
Joffrey
rode
with
his
father
,
so
Robb
had
been
allowed
to
join
the
hunters
as
well
.
Uncle
Benjen
,
Jory
,
Theon
Greyjoy
,
Ser
Rodrik
,
and
even
the
queen
's
funny
little
brother
had
all
ridden
out
with
them
.
It
was
the
last
hunt
,
after
all
.
On
the
morrow
they
left
for
the
south
.
Bran
had
been
left
behind
with
Jon
and
the
girls
and
Rickon
.
But
Rickon
was
only
a
baby
and
the
girls
were
only
girls
and
Jon
and
his
wolf
were
nowhere
to
be
found
.
Bran
did
not
look
for
him
very
hard
.
He
thought
Jon
was
angry
at
him
.
Jon
seemed
to
be
angry
at
everyone
these
days
.
Bran
did
not
know
why
.
He
was
going
with
Uncle
Ben
to
the
Wall
,
to
join
the
Night
's
Watch
.
That
was
almost
as
good
as
going
south
with
the
king
.
Robb
was
the
one
they
were
leaving
behind
,
not
Jon
.
For
days
,
Bran
could
scarcely
wait
to
be
off
.
He
was
going
to
ride
the
kingsroad
on
a
horse
of
his
own
,
not
a
pony
but
a
real
horse
.
His
father
would
be
the
Hand
of
the
King
,
and
they
were
going
to
live
in
the
red
castle
at
King
's
Landing
,
the
castle
the
Dragonlords
had
built
.
Old
Nan
said
there
were
ghosts
there
,
and
dungeons
where
terrible
things
had
been
done
,
and
dragon
heads
on
the
walls
.
It
gave
Bran
a
shiver
just
to
think
of
it
,
but
he
was
not
afraid
.
How
could
he
be
afraid
?
His
father
would
be
with
him
,
and
the
king
with
all
his
knights
and
sworn
swords
.
Bran
was
going
to
be
a
knight
himself
someday
,
one
of
the
Kingsguard
.
Old
Nan
said
they
were
the
finest
swords
in
all
the
realm
.
There
were
only
seven
of
them
,
and
they
wore
white
armor
and
had
no
wives
or
children
,
but
lived
only
to
serve
the
king
.
Bran
knew
all
the
stories
.
Their
names
were
like
music
to
him
.
Serwyn
of
the
Mirror
Shield
.
Ser
Ryam
Redwyne
.
Prince
Aemon
the
Dragonknight
.
The
twins
Ser
Erryk
and
Ser
Arryk
,
who
had
died
on
one
another
's
swords
hundreds
of
years
ago
,
when
brother
fought
sister
in
the
war
the
singers
called
the
Dance
of
the
Dragons
.
The
White
Bull
,
Gerold
Hightower
.
Ser
Arthur
Dayne
,
the
Sword
of
the
Morning
.
Barristan
the
Bold
.
Two
of
the
Kingsguard
had
come
north
with
King
Robert
.
Bran
had
watched
them
with
fascination
,
never
quite
daring
to
speak
to
them
.
Ser
Boros
was
a
bald
man
with
a
jowly
face
,
and
Ser
Meryn
had
droopy
eyes
and
a
beard
the
color
of
rust
.
Ser
Jaime
Lannister
looked
more
like
the
knights
in
the
stories
,
and
he
was
of
the
Kingsguard
too
,
but
Robb
said
he
had
killed
the
old
mad
king
and
should
n't
count
anymore
.
The
greatest
living
knight
was
Ser
Barristan
Selmy
,
Barristan
the
Bold
,
the
Lord
Commander
of
the
Kingsguard
.
Father
had
promised
that
they
would
meet
Ser
Barristan
when
they
reached
King
's
Landing
,
and
Bran
had
been
marking
the
days
on
his
wall
,
eager
to
depart
,
to
see
a
world
he
had
only
dreamed
of
and
begin
a
life
he
could
scarcely
imagine
.
