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In
the
older
parts
of
the
castle
,
the
halls
slanted
up
and
down
so
that
you
could
n't
even
be
sure
what
floor
you
were
on
.
The
place
had
grown
over
the
centuries
like
some
monstrous
stone
tree
,
Maester
Luwin
told
him
once
,
and
its
branches
were
gnarled
and
thick
and
twisted
,
its
roots
sunk
deep
into
the
earth
.
When
he
got
out
from
under
it
and
scrambled
up
near
the
sky
,
Bran
could
see
all
of
Winterfell
in
a
glance
.
He
liked
the
way
it
looked
,
spread
out
beneath
him
,
only
birds
wheeling
over
his
head
while
all
the
life
of
the
castle
went
on
below
.
Bran
could
perch
for
hours
among
the
shapeless
,
rain-worn
gargoyles
that
brooded
over
the
First
Keep
,
watching
it
all
:
the
men
drilling
with
wood
and
steel
in
the
yard
,
the
cooks
tending
their
vegetables
in
the
glass
garden
,
restless
dogs
running
back
and
forth
in
the
kennels
,
the
silence
of
the
godswood
,
the
girls
gossiping
beside
the
washing
well
.
It
made
him
feel
like
he
was
lord
of
the
castle
,
in
a
way
even
Robb
would
never
know
.
It
taught
him
Winterfell
's
secrets
too
.
The
builders
had
not
even
leveled
the
earth
;
there
were
hills
and
valleys
behind
the
walls
of
Winterfell
.
There
was
a
covered
bridge
that
went
from
the
fourth
floor
of
the
bell
tower
across
to
the
second
floor
of
the
rookery
.
Bran
knew
about
that
.
And
he
knew
you
could
get
inside
the
inner
wall
by
the
south
gate
,
climb
three
floors
and
run
all
the
way
around
Winterfell
through
a
narrow
tunnel
in
the
stone
,
and
then
come
out
on
ground
level
at
the
north
gate
,
with
a
hundred
feet
of
wall
looming
over
you
.
Even
Maester
Luwin
did
n't
know
that
,
Bran
was
convinced
.
His
mother
was
terrified
that
one
day
Bran
would
slip
off
a
wall
and
kill
himself
.
He
told
her
that
he
would
n't
,
but
she
never
believed
him
.
Once
she
made
him
promise
that
he
would
stay
on
the
ground
.
He
had
managed
to
keep
that
promise
for
almost
a
fortnight
,
miserable
every
day
,
until
one
night
he
had
gone
out
the
window
of
his
bedroom
when
his
brothers
were
fast
asleep
.
He
confessed
his
crime
the
next
day
in
a
fit
of
guilt
.
Lord
Eddard
ordered
him
to
the
godswood
to
cleanse
himself
.
Guards
were
posted
to
see
that
Bran
remained
there
alone
all
night
to
reflect
on
his
disobedience
.
The
next
morning
Bran
was
nowhere
to
be
seen
.
They
finally
found
him
fast
asleep
in
the
upper
branches
of
the
tallest
sentinel
in
the
grove
.
As
angry
as
he
was
,
his
father
could
not
help
but
laugh
.
"
You
're
not
my
son
,
"
he
told
Bran
when
they
fetched
him
down
,
"
you
're
a
squirrel
.
So
be
it
.
If
you
must
climb
,
then
climb
,
but
try
not
to
let
your
mother
see
you
.
"
Bran
did
his
best
,
although
he
did
not
think
he
ever
really
fooled
her
.
Since
his
father
would
not
forbid
it
,
she
turned
to
others
.
Old
Nan
told
him
a
story
about
a
bad
little
boy
who
climbed
too
high
and
was
struck
down
by
lightning
,
and
how
afterward
the
crows
came
to
peck
out
his
eyes
.
Bran
was
not
impressed
.
There
were
crows
'
nests
atop
the
broken
tower
,
where
no
one
ever
went
but
him
,
and
sometimes
he
filled
his
pockets
with
corn
before
he
climbed
up
there
and
the
crows
ate
it
right
out
of
his
hand
.
None
of
them
had
ever
shown
the
slightest
bit
of
interest
in
pecking
out
his
eyes
.
Later
,
Maester
Luwin
built
a
little
pottery
boy
and
dressed
him
in
Bran
's
clothes
and
flung
him
off
the
wall
into
the
yard
below
,
to
demonstrate
what
would
happen
to
Bran
if
he
fell
.
That
had
been
fun
,
but
afterward
Bran
just
looked
at
the
maester
and
said
,
"
I
'm
not
made
of
clay
.
And
anyhow
,
I
never
fall
.
"
