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"
So
he
did
,
"
the
man
said
.
Bran
's
fingers
started
to
slip
.
He
grabbed
the
ledge
with
his
other
hand
.
Fingernails
dug
into
unyielding
stone
.
The
man
reached
down
.
"
Take
my
hand
,
"
he
said
.
"
Before
you
fall
.
"
Bran
seized
his
arm
and
held
on
tight
with
all
his
strength
.
The
man
yanked
him
up
to
the
ledge
.
"
What
are
you
doing
?
"
the
woman
demanded
.
The
man
ignored
her
.
He
was
very
strong
.
He
stood
Bran
up
on
the
sill
.
"
How
old
are
you
,
boy
?
"
"
Seven
,
"
Bran
said
,
shaking
with
relief
.
His
fingers
had
dug
deep
gouges
in
the
man
's
forearm
.
He
let
go
sheepishly
.
The
man
looked
over
at
the
woman
.
"
The
things
I
do
for
love
,
"
he
said
with
loathing
.
He
gave
Bran
a
shove
.
Screaming
,
Bran
went
backward
out
the
window
into
empty
air
.
There
was
nothing
to
grab
on
to
.
The
courtyard
rushed
up
to
meet
him
.
Somewhere
off
in
the
distance
,
a
wolf
was
howling
.
Crows
circled
the
broken
tower
,
waiting
for
corn
.
Somewhere
in
the
great
stone
maze
of
Winterfell
,
a
wolf
howled
.
The
sound
hung
over
the
castle
like
a
flag
of
mourning
.
Tyrion
Lannister
looked
up
from
his
books
and
shivered
,
though
the
library
was
snug
and
warm
.
Something
about
the
howling
of
a
wolf
took
a
man
right
out
of
his
here
and
now
and
left
him
in
a
dark
forest
of
the
mind
,
running
naked
before
the
pack
.
