Bran watched them from the balcony of Maester Luwin’s turret1, listening to them grunt2 and strainand curse as they swung their staves and wooden swords. The yard was alive to the clack of wood onwood, punctuated3 all too often by thwacks and yowls of pain when a blow struck leather or flesh. SerRodrik strode among the boys, face reddening beneath his white whiskers, muttering at them one andall. Bran had never seen the old knight5 look so fierce. “No,” he kept saying. “No. No. No.”
“They don’t fight very well,” Bran said dubiously6. He scratched Summer idly behind the ears asthe direwolf tore at a haunch of meat. Bones crunched7 between his teeth.
“For a certainty,” Maester Luwin agreed with a deep sigh. The maester was peering through hisbig Myrish lens tube, measuring shadows and noting the position of the comet that hung low in themorning sky. “Yet given time … Ser Rodrik has the truth of it, we need men to walk the walls. Yourlord father took the cream of his guard to King’s Landing, and your brother took the rest, along withall the likely lads for leagues around. Many will not come back to us, and we must needs find the mento take their places.”
Bran stared resentfully at the sweating boys below. “If I still had my legs, I could beat them all.”
He remembered the last time he’d held a sword in his hand, when the king had come to Winterfell. Itwas only a wooden sword, yet he’d knocked Prince Tommen down half a hundred times. “Ser Rodrikshould teach me to use a poleaxe. If I had a poleaxe with a big long haft, Hodor could be my legs. Wecould be a knight together.”
“I think that … unlikely,” Maester Luwin said. “Bran, when a man fights, his arms and legs andthoughts must be as one.”
Below in the yard, Ser Rodrik was yelling. “You fight like a goose. He pecks you and you peckhim harder. Parry! Block the blow. Goose fighting will not suffice. If those were real swords, the firstpeck would take your arm off!” One of the other boys laughed, and the old knight rounded on him.
“You laugh. You. Now that is gall9. You fight like a hedgehog …”
“There was a knight once who couldn’t see,” Bran said stubbornly, as Ser Rodrik went on below.
“Old Nan told me about him. He had a long staff with blades at both ends and he could spin it in hishands and chop two men at once.”
“Symeon Star-Eyes,” Luwin said as he marked numbers in a book. “When he lost his eyes, he putstar sapphires10 in the empty sockets11, or so the singers claim. Bran, that is only a story, like the tales ofFlorian the Fool. A fable12 from the Age of Heroes.” The maester tsked. “You must put these dreamsaside, they will only break your heart.”
The mention of dreams reminded him. “I dreamed about the crow again last night. The one withthree eyes. He flew into my bedchamber and told me to come with him, so I did. We went down tothe crypts. Father was there, and we talked. He was sad.”
“And why was that?” Luwin peered through his tube.
“It was something to do about Jon, I think.” The dream had been deeply disturbing, more so thanany of the other crow dreams. “Hodor won’t go down into the crypts.”
The maester had only been half listening, Bran could tell. He lifted his eye from the tube, blinking.
“Hodor won’t …?”
“Go down into the crypts. When I woke, I told him to take me down, to see if Father was trulythere. At first he didn’t know what I was saying, but I got him to the steps by telling him to go hereand go there, only then he wouldn’t go down. He just stood on the top step and said ‘Hodor,’ like hewas scared of the dark, but I had a torch. It made me so mad I almost gave him a swat in the head,like Old Nan is always doing.” He saw the way the maester was frowning and hurriedly added, “Ididn’t, though.”
“Good. Hodor is a man, not a mule13 to be beaten.”
“In the dream I flew down with the crow, but I can’t do that when I’m awake,” Bran explained.
“Why would you want to go down to the crypts?”
“I told you. To look for Father.”
The maester tugged14 at the chain around his neck, as he often did when he was uncomfortable.
“Bran, sweet child, one day Lord Eddard will sit below in stone, beside his father and his father’sfather and all the Starks back to the old Kings in the North … but that will not be for many years,gods be good. Your father is a prisoner of the queen in King’s Landing. You will not find him in thecrypts.”
“He was there last night. I talked to him.”
“Stubborn boy,” the maester sighed, setting his book aside. “Would you like to go see?”
“I can’t. Hodor won’t go, and the steps are too narrow and twisty for Dancer.”
“I believe I can solve that difficulty.”
In place of Hodor, the wildling woman Osha was summoned. She was tall and tough anduncomplaining, willing to go wherever she was commanded. “I lived my life beyond the Wall, a holein the ground won’t fret16 me none, m’lords,” she said.
“Summer, come,” Bran called as she lifted him in wiry-strong arms. The direwolf left his boneand followed as Osha carried Bran across the yard and down the spiral steps to the cold vault17 underthe earth. Maester Luwin went ahead with a torch. Bran did not even mind—too badly—that shecarried him in her arms and not on her back. Ser Rodrik had ordered Osha’s chain struck off, sinceshe had served faithfully and well since she had been at Winterfell. She still wore the heavy ironshackles around her ankles—a sign that she was not yet wholly trusted—but they did not hinder hersure strides down the steps.
Bran could not recall the last time he had been in the crypts. It had been before, for certain. Whenhe was little, he used to play down here with Robb and Jon and his sisters.
He wished they were here now; the vault might not have seemed so dark and scary. Summerstalked out in the echoing gloom, then stopped, lifted his head, and sniffed18 the chill dead air. He baredhis teeth and crept backward, eyes glowing golden in the light of the maester’s torch. Even Osha, hardas old iron, seemed uncomfortable. “Grim folk, by the look of them,” she said as she eyed the longrow of granite19 Starks on their stone thrones.
“They were the Kings of Winter,” Bran whispered. Somehow it felt wrong to talk too loudly inthis place.
Osha smiled. “Winter’s got no king. If you’d seen it, you’d know that, summer boy.”
“They were the Kings in the North for thousands of years,” Maester Luwin said, lifting the torchhigh so the light shone on the stone faces. Some were hairy and bearded, shaggy men fierce as thewolves that crouched20 by their feet. Others were shaved clean, their features gaunt and sharp-edged asthe iron longswords across their laps. “Hard men for a hard time. Come.” He strode briskly down thevault, past the procession of stone pillars and the endless carved figures. A tongue of flame trailedback from the upraised torch as he went.
The vault was cavernous, longer than Winterfell itself, and Jon had told him once that there wereother levels underneath21, vaults22 even deeper and darker where the older kings were buried. It wouldnot do to lose the light. Summer refused to move from the steps, even when Osha followed the torch,Bran in her arms.
“Do you recall your history, Bran?” the maester said as they walked. “Tell Osha who they wereand what they did, if you can.”
He looked at the passing faces and the tales came back to him. The maester had told him thestories, and Old Nan had made them come alive. “That one is Jon Stark15. When the sea raiders landedin the east, he drove them out and built the castle at White Harbor. His son was Rickard Stark, not my father’s father but another Rickard, he took the Neck away from the Marsh23 King and married hisdaughter. Theon Stark’s the real thin one with the long hair and the skinny beard. They called him the‘Hungry Wolf,’ because he was always at war. That’s a Brandon, the tall one with the dreamy face,he was Brandon the Shipwright24, because he loved the sea. His tomb is empty. He tried to sail westacross the Sunset Sea and was never seen again. His son was Brandon the Burner, because he put thetorch to all his father’s ships in grief. There’s Rodrik Stark, who won Bear Island in a wrestling matchand gave it to the Mormonts. And that’s Torrhen Stark, the King Who Knelt. He was the last King inthe North and the first Lord of Winterfell, after he yielded to Aegon the Conqueror25. Oh, there, he’sCregan Stark. He fought with Prince Aemon once, and the Dragonknight said he’d never faced a finerswordsman.” They were almost at the end now, and Bran felt a sadness creeping over him. “Andthere’s my grandfather, Lord Rickard, who was beheaded by Mad King Aerys. His daughter Lyannaand his son Brandon are in the tombs beside him. Not me, another Brandon, my father’s brother.
They’re not supposed to have statues, that’s only for the lords and the kings, but my father loved themso much he had them done.”
r’s father but another Rickard, he took the Neck away from the Marsh King and married hisdaughter. Theon Stark’s the real thin one with the long hair and the skinny beard. They called him the‘Hungry Wolf,’ because he was always at war. That’s a Brandon, the tall one with the dreamy face,he was Brandon the Shipwright, because he loved the sea. His tomb is empty. He tried to sail westacross the Sunset Sea and was never seen again. His son was Brandon the Burner, because he put thetorch to all his father’s ships in grief. There’s Rodrik Stark, who won Bear Island in a wrestling matchand gave it to the Mormonts. And that’s Torrhen Stark, the King Who Knelt. He was the last King inthe North and the first Lord of Winterfell, after he yielded to Aegon the Conqueror. Oh, there, he’sCregan Stark. He fought with Prince Aemon once, and the Dragonknight said he’d never faced a finerswordsman.” They were almost at the end now, and Bran felt a sadness creeping over him. “Andthere’s my grandfather, Lord Rickard, who was beheaded by Mad King Aerys. His daughter Lyannaand his son Brandon are in the tombs beside him. Not me, another Brandon, my father’s brother.
They’re not supposed to have statues, that’s only for the lords and the kings, but my father loved themso much he had them done.”
“The maid’s a fair one,” Osha said.
“Robert was betrothed26 to marry her, but Prince Rhaegar carried her off and raped27 her,” Branexplained. “Robert fought a war to win her back. He killed Rhaegar on the Trident with his hammer,but Lyanna died and he never got her back at all.”
“A sad tale,” said Osha, “but those empty holes are sadder.”
“Lord Eddard’s tomb, for when his time comes,” Maester Luwin said. “Is this where you sawyour father in your dream, Bran?”
“Yes.” The memory made him shiver. He looked around the vault uneasily, the hairs on the backof his neck bristling28. Had he heard a noise? Was there someone here?
Maester Luwin stepped toward the open sepulchre, torch in hand. “As you see, he’s not here. Norwill he be, for many a year. Dreams are only dreams, child.” He thrust his arm into the blacknessinside the tomb, as into the mouth of some great beast. “Do you see? It’s quite empt—”
The darkness sprang at him, snarling29.
Bran saw eyes like green fire, a flash of teeth, fur as black as the pit around them. Maester Luwinyelled and threw up his hands. The torch went flying from his fingers, caromed off the stone face ofBrandon Stark, and tumbled to the statue’s feet, the flames licking up his legs. In the drunken shiftingtorchlight, they saw Luwin struggling with the direwolf, beating at his muzzle30 with one hand whilethe jaws31 closed on the other.
“Summer!” Bran screamed.
And Summer came, shooting from the dimness behind them, a leaping shadow. He slammed intoShaggydog and knocked him back, and the two direwolves rolled over and over in a tangle32 of greyand black fur, snapping and biting at each other, while Maester Luwin struggled to his knees, his armtorn and bloody33. Osha propped34 Bran up against Lord Rickard’s stone wolf as she hurried to assist themaester. In the light of the guttering35 torch, shadow wolves twenty feet tall fought on the wall androof.
“Shaggy,” a small voice called. When Bran looked up, his little brother was standing36 in the mouthof Father’s tomb. With one final snap at Summer’s face, Shaggydog broke off and bounded toRickon’s side. “You let my father be,” Rickon warned Luwin. “You let him be.”
“Rickon,” Bran said softly. “Father’s not here.”
“Yes he is. I saw him.” Tears glistened37 on Rickon’s face. “I saw him last night.”
“In your dream …?”
Rickon nodded. “You leave him. You leave him be. He’s coming home now, like he promised.
He’s coming home.”
Bran had never seen Maester Luwin look so uncertain before. Blood dripped down his arm whereShaggydog had shredded38 the wool of his sleeve and the flesh beneath. “Osha, the torch,” he said,biting through his pain, and she snatched it up before it went out. Soot39 stains blackened both legs ofhis uncle’s likeness40. “That … that beast,” Luwin went on, “is supposed to be chained up in thekennels.”
Rickon patted Shaggydog’s muzzle, damp with blood. “I let him loose. He doesn’t like chains.” Helicked at his fingers.
“Rickon,” Bran said, “would you like to come with me?”
“No. I like it here.”
“It’s dark here. And cold.”
“I’m not afraid. I have to wait for Father.”
“You can wait with me,” Bran said. “We’ll wait together, you and me and our wolves.” Both ofthe direwolves were licking wounds now, and would bear close watching.
“Bran,” the maester said firmly, “I know you mean well, but Shaggydog is too wild to run loose.
I’m the third man he’s savaged41. Give him the freedom of the castle and it’s only a question of timebefore he kills someone. The truth is hard, but the wolf has to be chained, or …” He hesitated.
…or killed, Bran thought, but what he said was, “He was not made for chains. We will wait inyour tower, all of us.”
“That is quite impossible,” Maester Luwin said.
Osha grinned. “The boy’s the lordling here, as I recall.” She handed Luwin back his torch andscooped Bran up into her arms again. “The maester’s tower it is.”
“Will you come, Rickon?”
His brother nodded. “If Shaggy comes too,” he said, running after Osha and Bran, and there wasnothing Maester Luwin could do but follow, keeping a wary42 eye on the wolves.
Maester Luwin’s turret was so cluttered43 that it seemed to Bran a wonder that he ever foundanything. Tottering44 piles of books covered tables and chairs, rows of stoppered jars lined the shelves,candle stubs and puddles45 of dried wax dotted the furniture, the bronze Myrish lens tube sat on a tripodby the terrace door, star charts hung from the walls, shadow maps lay scattered46 among the rushes,papers, quills47, and pots of inks were everywhere, and all of it was spotted48 with droppings from theravens in the rafters. Their strident quorks drifted down from above as Osha washed and cleaned andbandaged the maester’s wounds, under Luwin’s terse50 instruction. “This is folly51,” the small grey mansaid while she dabbed52 at the wolf bites with a stinging ointment53. “I agree that it is odd that both youboys dreamed the same dream, yet when you stop to consider it, it’s only natural. You miss your lordfather, and you know that he is a captive. Fear can fever a man’s mind and give him queer thoughts.
Rickon is too young to comprehend—”
“I’m four now,” Rickon said. He was peeking54 through the lens tube at the gargoyles55 on the FirstKeep. The direwolves sat on opposite sides of the large round room, licking their wounds andgnawing on bones.
“—too young, and—ooh, seven hells, that burns, no, don’t stop, more. Too young, as I say, butyou, Bran, you’re old enough to know that dreams are only dreams.”
“Some are, some aren’t.” Osha poured pale red firemilk into a long gash56. Luwin gasped57. “Thechildren of the forest could tell you a thing or two about dreaming.”
Tears were streaming down the maester’s face, yet he shook his head doggedly58. “Thechildren … live only in dreams. Now. Dead and gone. Enough, that’s enough. Now the bandages.
Pads and then wrap, and make it tight, I’ll be bleeding.”
“Old Nan says the children knew the songs of the trees, that they could fly like birds and swimlike fish and talk to the animals,” Bran said. “She says that they made music so beautiful that it madeyou cry like a little baby just to hear it.”
“And all this they did with magic,” Maester Luwin said, distracted. “I wish they were here now. Aspell would heal my arm less painfully, and they could talk to Shaggy dog and tell him not to bite.”
He gave the big black wolf an angry glance out of the corner of his eye. “Take a lesson, Bran. Theman who trusts in spells is dueling59 with a glass sword. As the children did. Here, let me show yousomething.” He stood abruptly60, crossed the room, and returned with a green jar in his good hand.
“Have a look at these,” he said as he pulled the stopper and shook out a handful of shiny blackarrowheads.
Bran picked one up. “It’s made of glass.” Curious, Rickon drifted closer to peer over the table.
“Dragonglass,” Osha named it as she sat down beside Luwin, bandagings in hand.
“Obsidian61,” Maester Luwin insisted, holding out his wounded arm. “Forged in the fires of thegods, far below the earth. The children of the forest hunted with that, thousands of years ago. Thechildren worked no metal. In place of mail, they wore long shirts of woven leaves and bound theirlegs in bark, so they seemed to melt into the wood. In place of swords, they carried blades ofobsidian.”
“And still do.” Osha placed soft pads over the bites on the maester’s forearm and bound themtight with long strips of linen62.
r’s forearm and bound themtight with long strips of linen.
Bran held the arrowhead up close. The black glass was slick and shiny. He thought it beautiful.
“Can I keep one?”
“As you wish,” the maester said.
“I want one too,” Rickon said. “I want four. I’m four.”
Luwin made him count them out. “Careful, they’re still sharp. Don’t cut yourself.”
“Tell me about the children,” Bran said. It was important.
“What do you wish to know?”
“Everything.”
Maester Luwin tugged at his chain collar where it chafed63 against his neck. “They were people ofthe Dawn Age, the very first, before kings and kingdoms,” he said. “In those days, there were nocastles or holdfasts, no cities, not so much as a market town to be found between here and the sea ofDorne. There were no men at all. Only the children of the forest dwelt in the lands we now call theSeven Kingdoms.
“They were a people dark and beautiful, small of stature64, no taller than children even when grownto manhood. They lived in the depths of the wood, in caves and crannogs and secret tree towns. Slightas they were, the children were quick and graceful65. Male and female hunted together, with weirwoodbows and flying snares66. Their gods were the gods of the forest, stream, and stone, the old gods whosenames are secret. Their wise men were called greenseers, and carved strange faces in the weirwoodsto keep watch on the woods. How long the children reigned67 here or where they came from, no mancan know.
“But some twelve thousand years ago, the First Men appeared from the east, crossing the BrokenArm of Dorne before it was broken. They came with bronze swords and great leathern shields, ridinghorses. No horse had ever been seen on this side of the narrow sea. No doubt the children were asfrightened by the horses as the First Men were by the faces in the trees. As the First Men carved outholdfasts and farms, they cut down the faces and gave them to the fire. Horror-struck, the childrenwent to war. The old songs say that the greenseers used dark magics to make the seas rise and sweepaway the land, shattering the Arm, but it was too late to close the door. The wars went on until theearth ran red with blood of men and children both, but more children than men, for men were biggerand stronger, and wood and stone and obsidian make a poor match for bronze. Finally the wise ofboth races prevailed, and the chiefs and heroes of the First Men met the greenseers and wood dancersamidst the weirwood groves68 of a small island in the great lake called Gods Eye.
“There they forged the Pact69. The First Men were given the coastlands, the high plains and brightmeadows, the mountains and bogs70, but the deep woods were to remain forever the children’s, and nomore weirwoods were to be put to the axe8 anywhere in the realm. So the gods might bear witness tothe signing, every tree on the island was given a face, and afterward71, the sacred order of green menwas formed to keep watch over the Isle72 of Faces.
“The Pact began four thousand years of friendship between men and children. In time, the FirstMen even put aside the gods they had brought with them, and took up the worship of the secret godsof the wood. The signing of the Pact ended the Dawn Age, and began the Age of Heroes.”
Bran’s fist curled around the shiny black arrowhead. “But the children of the forest are all gonenow, you said.”
“Here, they are,” said Osha, as she bit off the end of the last bandage with her teeth. “North of theWall, things are different. That’s where the children went, and the giants, and the other old races.”
Maester Luwin sighed. “Woman, by rights you ought to be dead or in chains. The Starks havetreated you more gently than you deserve. It is unkind to repay them for their kindness by filling theboys’ heads with folly.”
“Tell me where they went,” Bran said. “I want to know.”
“Me too,” Rickon echoed.
“Oh, very well,” Luwin muttered. “So long as the kingdoms of the First Men held sway, the Pactendured, all through the Age of Heroes and the Long Night and the birth of the Seven Kingdoms, yetfinally there came a time, many centuries later, when other peoples crossed the narrow sea.
“The Andals were the first, a race of tall, fair-haired warriors73 who came with steel and fire and the seven-pointed star of the new gods painted on their chests. The wars lasted hundreds of years, butin the end the six southron kingdoms all fell before them. Only here, where the King in the Norththrew back every army that tried to cross the Neck, did the rule of the First Men endure. The Andalsburnt out the weirwood groves, hacked74 down the faces, slaughtered75 the children where they foundthem, and everywhere proclaimed the triumph of the Seven over the old gods. So the children flednorth—”
tin the end the six southron kingdoms all fell before them. Only here, where the King in the Norththrew back every army that tried to cross the Neck, did the rule of the First Men endure. The Andalsburnt out the weirwood groves, hacked down the faces, slaughtered the children where they foundthem, and everywhere proclaimed the triumph of the Seven over the old gods. So the children flednorth—”
Summer began to howl.
Maester Luwin broke off, startled. When Shaggydog bounded to his feet and added his voice to hisbrother’s, dread76 clutched at Bran’s heart. “It’s coming,” he whispered, with the certainty of despair.
He had known it since last night, he realized, since the crow had led him down into the crypts to sayfarewell. He had known it, but he had not believed. He had wanted Maester Luwin to be right. Thecrow, he thought, the three-eyed crow …The howling stopped as suddenly as it had begun. Summer padded across the tower floor toShaggydog, and began to lick at a mat of bloody fur on the back of his brother’s neck. From thewindow came a flutter of wings.
A raven49 landed on the grey stone sill, opened its beak77, and gave a harsh, raucous78 rattle79 of distress80.
Rickon began to cry. His arrowheads fell from his hand one by one and clattered81 on the floor. Branpulled him close and hugged him.
Maester Luwin stared at the black bird as if it were a scorpion82 with feathers. He rose, slow as asleepwalker, and moved to the window. When he whistled, the raven hopped83 onto his bandagedforearm. There was dried blood on its wings. “A hawk,” Luwin murmured, “perhaps an owl4. Poorthing, a wonder it got through.” He took the letter from its leg.
Bran found himself shivering as the maester unrolled the paper. “What is it?” he said, holding hisbrother all the harder.
“You know what it is, boy,” Osha said, not unkindly. She put her hand on his head.
Maester Luwin looked up at them numbly84, a small grey man with blood on the sleeve of his greywool robe and tears in his bright grey eyes. “My lords,” he said to the sons, in a voice gone hoarseand shrunken, “we … we shall need to find a stonecarver who knew his likeness well …”
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