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Robb
was
in
the
middle
of
it
,
shouting
commands
with
the
best
of
them
.
He
seemed
to
have
grown
of
late
,
as
if
Bran
's
fall
and
his
mother
's
collapse
had
somehow
made
him
stronger
.
Grey
Wind
was
at
his
side
.
"
Uncle
Benjen
is
looking
for
you
,
"
he
told
Jon
.
"
He
wanted
to
be
gone
an
hour
ago
.
"
"
I
know
,
"
Jon
said
.
"
Soon
.
"
He
looked
around
at
all
the
noise
and
confusion
.
"
Leaving
is
harder
than
I
thought
.
"
"
For
me
too
,
"
Robb
said
.
He
had
snow
in
his
hair
,
melting
from
the
heat
of
his
body
.
"
Did
you
see
him
?
"
Jon
nodded
,
not
trusting
himself
to
speak
.
"
He
's
not
going
to
die
,
"
Robb
said
.
"
I
know
it
.
"
"
You
Starks
are
hard
to
kill
,
"
Jon
agreed
.
His
voice
was
flat
and
tired
.
The
visit
had
taken
all
the
strength
from
him
.
Robb
knew
something
was
wrong
.
"
My
mother
...
"
"
She
was
...
very
kind
,
"
Jon
told
him
.
Robb
looked
relieved
.
"
Good
.
"
He
smiled
.
"
The
next
time
I
see
you
,
you
'll
be
all
in
black
.
"
