“Are you ready?” Robb asked.
Bran nodded, trying not to let his fear show. He had not been outside Winterfell since his fall, buthe was determined3 to ride out as proud as any knight4.
“Let’s ride, then.” Robb put his heels into his big grey-and-white gelding, and the horse walkedunder the portcullis.
“Go,” Bran whispered to his own horse. He touched her neck lightly, and the small chestnut5 fillystarted forward. Bran had named her Dancer. She was two years old, and Joseth said she was smarterthan any horse had a right to be. They had trained her special, to respond to rein6 and voice and touch.
Up to now, Bran had only ridden her around the yard. At first Joseth or Hodor would lead her, whileBran sat strapped8 to her back in the oversize saddle the Imp9 had drawn10 up for him, but for the pastfortnight he had been riding her on his own, trotting12 her round and round, and growing bolder withevery circuit.
They passed beneath the gatehouse, over the drawbridge, through the outer walls. Summer andGrey Wind came loping beside them, sniffing14 at the wind. Close behind came Theon Greyjoy, withhis longbow and a quiver of broadheads; he had a mind to take a deer, he had told them. He wasfollowed by four guardsmen in mailed shirts and coifs, and Joseth, a stick-thin stableman whom Robbhad named master of horse while Hullen was away. Maester Luwin brought up the rear, riding on adonkey. Bran would have liked it better if he and Robb had gone off alone, just the two of them, butHal Mollen would not hear of it, and Maester Luwin backed him. If Bran fell off his horse or injuredhimself, the maester was determined to be with him.
Beyond the castle lay the market square, its wooden stalls deserted15 now. They rode down themuddy streets of the village, past rows of small neat houses of log and undressed stone. Less than onein five were occupied, thin tendrils of woodsmoke curling up from their chimneys. The rest would fillup one by one as it grew colder. When the snow fell and the ice winds howled down out of the north,Old Nan said, farmers left their frozen fields and distant holdfasts, loaded up their wagons16, and thenthe winter town came alive. Bran had never seen it happen, but Maester Luwin said the day waslooming closer. The end of the long summer was near at hand. Winter is coming.
A few villagers eyed the direwolves anxiously as the riders went past, and one man dropped thewood he was carrying as he shrank away in fear, but most of the town-folk had grown used to thesight. They bent17 the knee when they saw the boys, and Robb greeted each of them with a lordly nod.
With his legs unable to grip, the swaying motion of the horse made Bran feel unsteady at first, butthe huge saddle with its thick horn and high back cradled him comfortingly, and the straps19 around hischest and thighs21 would not allow him to fall. After a time the rhythm began to feel almost natural. Hisanxiety faded, and a tremulous smile crept across his face.
Two serving wenches stood beneath the sign of the Smoking Log, the local alehouse. When TheonGreyjoy called out to them, the younger girl turned red and covered her face. Theon spurred hismount to move up beside Robb. “Sweet Kyra,” he said with a laugh. “She squirms like a weasel inbed, but say a word to her on the street, and she blushes pink as a maid. Did I ever tell you about the night that she and Bessa—”
“Not where my brother can hear, Theon,” Robb warned him with a glance at Bran.
Bran looked away and pretended not to have heard, but he could feel Greyjoy’s eyes on him. Nodoubt he was smiling. He smiled a lot, as if the world were a secret joke that only he was cleverenough to understand. Robb seemed to admire Theon and enjoy his company, but Bran had neverwarmed to his father’s ward2.
Robb rode closer. “You are doing well, Bran.”
“I want to go faster,” Bran replied.
Robb smiled. “As you will.” He sent his gelding into a trot11. The wolves raced after him. Bransnapped the reins22 sharply, and Dancer picked up her pace. He heard a shout from Theon Greyjoy, andthe hoofbeats of the other horses behind him.
Bran’s cloak billowed out, rippling23 in the wind, and the snow seemed to rush at his face. Robb waswell ahead, glancing back over his shoulder from time to time to make sure Bran and the others werefollowing. He snapped the reins again. Smooth as silk, Dancer slid into a gallop24. The distance closed.
By the time he caught Robb on the edge of the wolfswood, two miles beyond the winter town, theyhad left the others well behind. “I can ride!” Bran shouted, grinning. It felt almost as good as flying.
“I’d race you, but I fear you’d win.” Robb’s tone was light and joking, yet Bran could tell thatsomething was troubling his brother underneath25 the smile.
“I don’t want to race.” Bran looked around for the direwolves. Both had vanished into the wood.
“Did you hear Summer howling last night?”
“Grey Wind was restless too,” Robb said. His auburn hair had grown shaggy and unkempt, and areddish stubble covered his jaw26, making him look older than his fifteen years. “Sometimes I thinkthey know things … sense things …” Robb sighed. “I never know how much to tell you, Bran. I wishyou were older.”
“I’m eight now!” Bran said. “Eight isn’t so much younger than fifteen, and I’m the heir toWinterfell, after you.”
“So you are.” Robb sounded sad, and even a little scared. “Bran, I need to tell you something.
There was a bird last night. From King’s Landing. Maester Luwin woke me.”
Bran felt a sudden dread27. Dark wings, dark words, Old Nan always said, and of late the messengerravens had been proving the truth of the proverb. When Robb wrote to the Lord Commander of theNight’s Watch, the bird that came back brought word that Uncle Benjen was still missing. Then amessage had arrived from the Eyrie, from Mother, but that had not been good news either. She did notsay when she meant to return, only that she had taken the Imp as prisoner. Bran had sort of liked thelittle man, yet the name Lannister sent cold fingers creeping up his spine29. There was something aboutthe Lannisters, something he ought to remember, but when he tried to think what, he felt dizzy and hisstomach clenched30 hard as a stone. Robb spent most of that day locked behind closed doors withMaester Luwin, Theon Greyjoy, and Hallis Mollen. Afterward31, riders were sent out on fast horses,carrying Robb’s commands throughout the north. Bran heard talk of Moat Cailin, the ancientstronghold the First Men had built at the top of the Neck. No one ever told him what was happening,yet he knew it was not good.
And now another raven28, another message. Bran clung to hope. “Was the bird from Mother? Is shecoming home?”
“The message was from Alyn in King’s Landing. Jory Cassel is dead. And Wyl and Heward aswell. Murdered by the Kingslayer.” Robb lifted his face to the snow, and the flakes melted on hischeeks. “May the gods give them rest.”
Bran did not know what to say. He felt as if he’d been punched. Jory had been captain of thehousehold guard at Winterfell since before Bran was born. “They killed Jory?” He remembered all thetimes Jory had chased him over the roofs. He could picture him striding across the yard in mail andplate, or sitting at his accustomed place on the bench in the Great Hall, joking as he ate. “Why wouldanyone kill Jory?”
Robb shook his head numbly32, the pain plain in his eyes. “I don’t know, and … Bran, that’s not theworst of it. Father was caught beneath a falling horse in the fight. Alyn says his leg was shattered,and … Maester Pycelle has given him the milk of the poppy, but they aren’t sure when … whenhe …” The sound of hoofbeats made him glance down the road, to where Theon and the others werecoming up. “When he will wake,” Robb finished. He laid his hand on the pommel of his sword then, and went on in the solemn voice of Robb the Lord. “Bran, I promise you, whatever might happen, Iwill not let this be forgotten.”
Something in his tone made Bran even more fearful. “What will you do?” he asked as TheonGreyjoy reined33 in beside them.
“Theon thinks I should call the banners,” Robb said.
“Blood for blood.” For once Greyjoy did not smile. His lean, dark face had a hungry look to it,and black hair fell down across his eyes.
“Only the lord can call the banners,” Bran said as the snow drifted down around them.
“If your father dies,” Theon said, “Robb will be Lord of Winterfell.”
“He won’t die!” Bran screamed at him.
Robb took his hand. “He won’t die, not Father,” he said calmly. “Still … the honor of the north isin my hands now. When our lord father took his leave of us, he told me to be strong for you and forRickon. I’m almost a man grown, Bran.”
Bran shivered. “I wish Mother was back,” he said miserably34. He looked around for Maester Luwin;his donkey was visible in the far distance, trotting over a rise. “Does Maester Luwin say to call thebanners too?”
“The maester is timid as an old woman,” said Theon.
“Father always listened to his counsel,” Bran reminded his brother. “Mother too.”
“I listen to him,” Robb insisted. “I listen to everyone.”
The joy Bran had felt at the ride was gone, melted away like the snowflakes on his face. Not solong ago, the thought of Robb calling the banners and riding off to war would have filled him withexcitement, but now he felt only dread. “Can we go back now?” he asked. “I’m cold.”
Robb glanced around. “We need to find the wolves. Can you stand to go a bit longer?”
“I can go as long as you can.” Maester Luwin had warned him to keep the ride short, for fear ofsaddle sores, but Bran would not admit to weakness in front of his brother. He was sick of the wayeveryone was always fussing over him and asking how he was.
“Let’s hunt down the hunters, then,” Robb said. Side by side, they urged their mounts off thekingsroad and struck out into the wolfswood. Theon dropped back and followed well behind them,talking and joking with the guardsmen.
It was nice under the trees. Bran kept Dancer to a walk, holding the reins lightly and looking allaround him as they went. He knew this wood, but he had been so long confined to Winterfell that hefelt as though he were seeing it for the first time. The smells filled his nostrils35; the sharp fresh tang ofpine needles, the earthy odor of wet rotting leaves, the hints of animal musk36 and distant cooking fires.
He caught a glimpse of a black squirrel moving through the snow-covered branches of an oak, andpaused to study the silvery web of an empress spider.
Theon and the others fell farther and farther behind, until Bran could no longer hear their voices.
From ahead came the faint sound of rushing waters. It grew louder until they reached the stream.
Tears stung his eyes.
“Bran?” Robb asked. “What’s wrong?”
Bran shook his head. “I was just remembering,” he said. “Jory brought us here once, to fish fortrout. You and me and Jon. Do you remember?”
“I remember,” Robb said, his voice quiet and sad.
“I didn’t catch anything,” Bran said, “but Jon gave me his fish on the way back to Winterfell. Willwe ever see Jon again?”
“We saw Uncle Benjen when the king came to visit,” Robb pointed37 out. “Jon will visit too, you’llsee.”
The stream was running high and fast. Robb dismounted and led his gelding across the ford38. In thedeepest part of the crossing, the water came up to midthigh. He tied his horse to a tree on the far side,and waded39 back across for Bran and Dancer. The current foamed40 around rock and root, and Brancould feel the spray on his face as Robb led him over. It made him smile. For a moment he felt strongagain, and whole. He looked up at the trees and dreamed of climbing them, right up to the very top,with the whole forest spread out beneath him.
They were on the far side when they heard the howl, a long rising wail41 that moved through the treeslike a cold wind. Bran raised his head to listen. “Summer,” he said. No sooner had he spoken than a second voice joined the first.
“They’ve made a kill,” Robb said as he remounted, “I’d best go and bring them back. Wait here,Theon and the others should be along shortly.”
“I want to go with you,” Bran said.
“I’ll find them faster by myself.” Robb spurred his gelding and vanished into the trees.
Once he was gone, the woods seemed to close in around Bran. The snow was falling more heavilynow. Where it touched the ground it melted, but all about him rock and root and branch wore a thinblanket of white. As he waited, he was conscious of how uncomfortable he felt. He could not feel hislegs, hanging useless in the stirrups, but the strap7 around his chest was tight and chafing43, and themelting snow had soaked through his gloves to chill his hands. He wondered what was keeping Theonand Maester Luwin and Joseth and the rest.
When he heard the rustle44 of leaves, Bran used the reins to make Dancer turn, expecting to see hisfriends, but the ragged45 men who stepped out onto the bank of the stream were strangers.
“Good day to you,” he said nervously46. One look, and Bran knew they were neither foresters norfarmers. He was suddenly conscious of how richly he was dressed. His surcoat was new, dark greywool with silver buttons, and a heavy silver pin fastened his fur-trimmed cloak at the shoulders. Hisboots and gloves were lined with fur as well.
“All alone, are you?” said the biggest of them, a bald man with a raw windburnt face. “Lost in thewolfswood, poor lad.”
“I’m not lost.” Bran did not like the way the strangers were looking at him. He counted four, butwhen he turned his head, he saw two others behind him. “My brother rode off just a moment ago, andmy guard will be here shortly.”
“Your guard, is it?” a second man said. Grey stubble covered his gaunt face. “And what wouldthey be guarding, my little lord? Is that a silver pin I see there on your cloak?”
“Pretty,” said a woman’s voice. She scarcely looked like a woman; tall and lean, with the samehard face as the others, her hair hidden beneath a bowl-shaped halfhelm. The spear she held was eightfeet of black oak, tipped in rusted47 steel.
“Let’s have a look,” said the big bald man.
Bran watched him anxiously. The man’s clothes were filthy48, fallen almost to pieces, patched herewith brown and here with blue and there with a dark green, and faded everywhere to grey, but oncethat cloak might have been black. The grey stubbly man wore black rags too, he saw with a suddenstart. Suddenly Bran remembered the oathbreaker his father had beheaded, the day they had found thewolf pups; that man had worn black as well, and Father said he had been a deserter from the Night’sWatch. No man is more dangerous, he remembered Lord Eddard saying. The deserter knows his life isforfeit if he is taken, so he will not flinch49 from any crime, no matter how vile50 or cruel.
“The pin, lad,” the big man said. He held out his hand.
“We’ll take the horse too,” said another of them, a woman shorter than Robb, with a broad flatface and lank42 yellow hair. “Get down, and be quick about it.” A knife slid from her sleeve into herhand, its edge jagged as a saw.
“No,” Bran blurted51. “I can’t …”
The big man grabbed his reins before Bran could think to wheel Dancer around and gallop off.
“You can, lordling … and will, if you know what’s good for you.”
“Stiv, look how he’s strapped on.” The tall woman pointed with her spear. “Might be it’s the truthhe’s telling.”
“Straps, is it?” Stiv said. He drew a dagger52 from a sheath at his belt. “There’s ways to deal withstraps.”
“You some kind of cripple?” asked the short woman.
Bran flared53. “I’m Brandon Stark54 of Winterfell, and you better let go of my horse, or I’ll see you alldead.”
The gaunt man with the grey stubbled face laughed. “The boy’s a Stark, true enough. Only a Starkwould be fool enough to threaten where smarter men would beg.”
“Cut his little cock off and stuff it in his mouth,” suggested the short woman. “That should shuthim up.”
“You’re as stupid as you are ugly, Hali,” said the tall woman. “The boy’s worth nothing dead, but alive … gods be damned, think what Mance would give to have Benjen Stark’s own blood tohostage!”
k’s own blood tohostage!”
“Mance be damned,” the big man cursed. “You want to go back there, Osha? More fool you.
Think the white walkers will care if you have a hostage?” He turned back to Bran and slashed55 at thestrap around his thigh20. The leather parted with a sigh.
The stroke had been quick and careless, biting deep. Looking down, Bran glimpsed pale fleshwhere the wool of his leggings had parted. Then the blood began to flow. He watched the red stainspread, feeling light-headed, curiously56 apart; there had been no pain, not even a hint of feeling. Thebig man grunted57 in surprise.
“Put down your steel now, and I promise you shall have a quick and painless death,” Robb calledout.
Bran looked up in desperate hope, and there he was. The strength of the words were undercut bythe way his voice cracked with strain. He was mounted, the bloody58 carcass of an elk59 slung60 across theback of his horse, his sword in a gloved hand.
“The brother,” said the man with the grey stubbly face.
“He’s a fierce one, he is,” mocked the short woman. Hali, they called her. “You mean to fight us,boy?”
“Don’t be a fool, lad. You’re one against six.” The tall woman, Osha, leveled her spear. “Off thehorse, and throw down the sword. We’ll thank you kindly61 for the mount and for the venison, and youand your brother can be on your way.”
Robb whistled. They heard the faint sound of soft feet on wet leaves. The undergrowth parted, low-hanging branches giving up their accumulation of snow, and Grey Wind and Summer emerged fromthe green. Summer sniffed62 the air and growled63.
“Wolves,” gasped64 Hali.
“Direwolves,” Bran said. Still half-grown, they were as large as any wolf he had ever seen, but thedifferences were easy to spot, if you knew what to look for. Maester Luwin and Farlen thekennelmaster had taught him. A direwolf had a bigger head and longer legs in proportion to its body,and its snout and jaw were markedly leaner and more pronounced. There was something gaunt andterrible about them as they stood there amid the gently falling snow. Fresh blood spotted66 Grey Wind’smuzzle.
“Dogs,” the big bald man said contemptuously. “Yet I’m told there’s nothing like a wolfskincloak to warm a man by night.” He made a sharp gesture. “Take them.”
Robb shouted, “Winterfell!” and kicked his horse. The gelding plunged68 down the bank as theragged men closed. A man with an axe69 rushed in, shouting and heedless. Robb’s sword caught himfull in the face with a sickening crunch70 and a spray of bright blood. The man with the gaunt stubblyface made a grab for the reins, and for half a second he had them … and then Grey Wind was on him,bearing him down. He fell back into the stream with a splash and a shout, flailing71 wildly with hisknife as his head went under. The direwolf plunged in after him, and the white water turned red wherethey had vanished.
Robb and Osha matched blows in midstream. Her long spear was a steel-headed serpent, flashingout at his chest, once, twice, three times, but Robb parried every thrust with his longsword, turningthe point aside. On the fourth or fifth thrust, the tall woman overextended herself and lost her balance,just for a second. Robb charged, riding her down.
A few feet away, Summer darted72 in and snapped at Hali. The knife bit at his flank. Summer slidaway, snarling73, and came rushing in again. This time his jaws74 closed around her calf75. Holding theknife with both hands, the small woman stabbed down, but the direwolf seemed to sense the bladecoming. He pulled free for an instant, his mouth full of leather and cloth and bloody flesh. When Halistumbled and fell, he came at her again, slamming her backward, teeth tearing at her belly76.
The sixth man ran from the carnage … but not far. As he went scrambling77 up the far side of thebank, Grey Wind emerged from the stream, dripping wet. He shook the water off and bounded afterthe running man, hamstringing him with a single snap of his teeth, and going for the throat as thescreaming man slid back down toward the water.
And then there was no one left but the big man, Stiv. He slashed at Bran’s chest strap, grabbed hisarm, and yanked. Suddenly Bran was falling. He sprawled78 on the ground, his legs tangled79 under him,one foot in the stream. He could not feel the cold of the water, but he felt the steel when Stiv pressed his dagger to his throat. “Back away,” the man warned, “or I’ll open the boy’s windpipe, I swearit.”
rit.”
Robb reined his horse in, breathing hard. The fury went out of his eyes, and his sword arm dropped.
In that moment Bran saw everything. Summer was savaging80 Hali, pulling glistening81 blue snakesfrom her belly. Her eyes were wide and staring. Bran could not tell whether she was alive or dead.
The grey stubbly man and the one with the axe lay unmoving, but Osha was on her knees, crawlingtoward her fallen spear. Grey Wind padded toward her, dripping wet. “Call him off!” the big manshouted. “Call them both off, or the cripple boy dies now!”
“Grey Wind, Summer, to me,” Robb said.
The direwolves stopped, turned their heads. Grey Wind loped back to Robb. Summer stayed wherehe was, his eyes on Bran and the man beside him. He growled. His muzzle67 was wet and red, but hiseyes burned.
Osha used the butt18 end of her spear to lever herself back to her feet. Blood leaked from a wound onthe upper arm where Robb had cut her. Bran could see sweat trickling82 down the big man’s face. Stivwas as scared as he was, he realized. “Starks,” the man muttered, “bloody Starks.” He raised hisvoice. “Osha, kill the wolves and get his sword.”
“Kill them yourself,” she replied. “I’ll not be getting near those monsters.”
For a moment Stiv was at a loss. His hand trembled; Bran felt a trickle83 of blood where the knifepressed against his neck. The stench of the man filled his nose; he smelled of fear. “You,” he calledout to Robb. “You have a name?”
“I am Robb Stark, the heir to Winterfell.”
“This is your brother?”
“Yes.”
“You want him alive, you do what I say. Off the horse.”
Robb hesitated a moment. Then, slowly and deliberately84, he dismounted and stood with his swordin hand.
“Now kill the wolves.”
Robb did not move.
“You do it. The wolves or the boy.”
“No!” Bran screamed. If Robb did as they asked, Stiv would kill them both anyway, once thedirewolves were dead.
The bald man took hold of his hair with his free hand and twisted it cruelly, till Bran sobbed85 inpain. “You shut your mouth, cripple, you hear me?” He twisted harder. “You hear me?”
A low thrum came from the woods behind them. Stiv gave a choked gasp65 as a half foot of razor-tipped broadhead suddenly exploded out of his chest. The arrow was bright red, as if it had beenpainted in blood.
The dagger fell away from Bran’s throat. The big man swayed and collapsed86, facedown in thestream. The arrow broke beneath him. Bran watched his life go swirling87 off in the water.
Osha glanced around as Father’s guardsmen appeared from beneath the trees, steel in hand. Shethrew down her spear. “Mercy, m’lord,” she called to Robb.
The guardsmen had a strange, pale look to their faces as they took in the scene of slaughter88. Theyeyed the wolves uncertainly, and when Summer returned to Hali’s corpse89 to feed, Joseth dropped hisknife and scrambled90 for the bush, heaving. Even Maester Luwin seemed shocked as he stepped frombehind a tree, but only for an instant. Then he shook his head and waded across the stream to Bran’sside. “Are you hurt?”
“He cut my leg,” Bran said, “but I couldn’t feel it.”
As the maester knelt to examine the wound, Bran turned his head. Theon Greyjoy stood beside asentinel tree, his bow in hand. He was smiling. Ever smiling. A half-dozen arrows were thrust into thesoft ground at his feet, but it had taken only one. “A dead enemy is a thing of beauty,” he announced.
“Jon always said you were an ass13, Greyjoy,” Robb said loudly. “I ought to chain you up in theyard and let Bran take a few practice shots at you.”
“You should be thanking me for saving your brother’s life.”
“What if you had missed the shot?” Robb said. “What if you’d only wounded him? What if youhad made his hand jump, or hit Bran instead? For all you knew, the man might have been wearing abreastplate, all you could see was the back of his cloak. What would have happened to my brother then? Did you ever think of that, Greyjoy?”
Theon’s smile was gone. He gave a sullen91 shrug92 and began to pull his arrows from the ground, oneby one.
Robb glared at his guardsmen. “Where were you?” he demanded of them. “I was sure you wereclose behind us.”
The men traded unhappy glances. “We were following, m’lord,” said Quent, the youngest of them,his beard a soft brown fuzz. “Only first we waited for Maester Luwin and his ass, begging yourpardons, and then, well, as it were …” He glanced over at Theon and quickly looked away, abashed93.
“I spied a turkey,” Theon said, annoyed by the question. “How was I to know that you’d leave theboy alone?”
Robb turned his head to look at Theon once more. Bran had never seen him so angry, yet he saidnothing. Finally he knelt beside Maester Luwin. “How badly is my brother wounded?”
“No more than a scratch,” the maester said. He wet a cloth in the stream to clean the cut. “Two ofthem wear the black,” he told Robb as he worked.
Robb glanced over at where Stiv lay sprawled in the stream, his ragged black cloak moving fitfullyas the rushing waters tugged94 at it. “Deserters from the Night’s Watch,” he said grimly. “They musthave been fools, to come so close to Winterfell.”
“Folly and desperation are ofttimes hard to tell apart,” said Maester Luwin.
“Shall we bury them, m’lord?” asked Quent.
“They would not have buried us,” Robb said. “Hack off their heads, we’ll send them back to theWall. Leave the rest for the carrion95 crows.”
“And this one?” Quent jerked a thumb toward Osha.
Robb walked over to her. She was a head taller than he was, but she dropped to her knees at hisapproach. “Give me my life, m’lord of Stark, and I am yours.”
“Mine? What would I do with an oathbreaker?”
“I broke no oaths. Stiv and Wallen flew down off the Wall, not me. The black crows got no placefor women.”
Theon Greyjoy sauntered closer. “Give her to the wolves,” he urged Robb. The woman’s eyes wentto what was left of Hali, and just as quickly away. She shuddered96. Even the guardsmen lookedqueasy.
“She’s a woman,” Robb said.
“A wildling,” Bran told him. “She said they should keep me alive so they could take me to ManceRayder.”
“Do you have a name?” Robb asked her.
“Osha, as it please the lord,” she muttered sourly.
Maester Luwin stood. “We might do well to question her.”
Bran could see the relief on his brother’s face. “As you say, Maester. Wayn, bind97 her hands. She’llcome back to Winterfell with us … and live or die by the truths she gives us.”
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