“It was Theon,” Bran said blackly.
“No. Look.” She pointed across the yard with her spear. “That’s one of his ironmen. And there. And that’s Greyjoy’s warhorse, see? The black one with the arrows in him.” She moved among the dead, frowning. “And here’s Black Lorren.” He had been hacked and cut so badly that his beard looked a reddish-brown now. “Took a few with him, he did.” Osha turned over one of the other corpses with her foot. “There’s a badge. A little man, all red.”
“The flayed man of the Dreadfort,” said Bran.
Summer howled, and darted away.
“The godswood.” Meera Reed ran after the direwolf, her shield and frog spear to hand. The rest of them trailed after, threading their way through smoke and fallen stones. The air was sweeter under the trees. A few pines along the edge of the wood had been scorched, but deeper in the damp soil and green wood had defeated the flames. “There is a power in living wood,” said Jojen Reed, almost as if he knew what Bran was thinking, “a power strong as fire.”
On the edge of the black pool, beneath the shelter of the heart tree, Maester Luwin lay on his belly in the dirt. A trail of blood twisted back through damp leaves where he had crawled. Summer stood over him, and Bran thought he was dead at first, but when Meera touched his throat, the maester moaned. “Hodor?” Hodor said mournfully. “Hodor?”
Gently, they eased Luwin onto his back. He had grey eyes and grey hair, and once his robes had been grey as well, but they were darker now where the blood had soaked through. “Bran,” he said softly when he saw him sitting tall on Hodor’s back. “And Rickon too.” He smiled. “The gods are good. I knew …”
“Knew?” said Bran uncertainly.
“The legs, I could tell … the clothes fit, but the muscles in his legs … poor lad …” He coughed, and blood came up from inside him. “You vanished … in the woods … how, though?”
“We never went,” said Bran. “Well, only to the edge, and then doubled back. I sent the wolves on to make a trail, but we hid in Father’s tomb.”
“The crypts.” Luwin chuckled, a froth of blood on his lips. When the maester tried to move, he gave a sharp gasp of pain.
Tears filled Bran’s eyes. When a man was hurt you took him to the maester, but what could you do when your maester was hurt?
“We’ll need to make a litter to carry him,” said Osha.
“No use,” said Luwin. “I’m dying, woman.”
“You can’t,” said Rickon angrily. “No you can’t.” Beside him, Shaggydog bared his teeth and growled.
The maester smiled. “Hush now, child, I’m much older than you. I can … die as I please.”
“Hodor, down,” said Bran. Hodor went to his knees beside the maester.
“Listen,” Luwin said to Osha, “the princes … Robb’s heirs. Not … not together … do you hear?”
The wildling woman leaned on her spear. “Aye. Safer apart. But where to take them? I’d thought, might be these Cerwyns …”
Maester Luwin shook his head, though it was plain to see what the effort cost him. “Cerwyn boy’s dead. Ser Rodrik, Leobald Tallhart, Lady Hornwood … all slain. Deepwood fallen, Moat Cailin, soon Torrhen’s Square. Ironmen on the Stony Shore. And east, the Bastard of Bolton.”
“Then where?” asked Osha.
“White Harbor … the Umbers … I do not know … war everywhere … each man against his neighbor, and winter coming … such folly, such black mad folly …” Maester Luwin reached up and grasped Bran’s forearm, his fingers closing with a desperate strength. “You must be strong now. Strong.”
“I will be,” Bran said, though it was hard. Ser Rodrik killed and Maester Luwin, everyone, everyone …
“Good,” the maester said. “A good boy. Your … your father’s son, Bran. Now go.”
Osha gazed up at the weirwood, at the red face carved in the pale trunk. “And leave you for the gods?”
“I beg …” The maester swallowed. “… a … a drink of water, and … another boon. If you would …”
“Aye.” She turned to Meera. “Take the boys.”
Jojen and Meera led Rickon out between them. Hodor followed. Low branches whipped at Bran’s face as they pushed between the trees, and the leaves brushed away his tears. Osha joined them in the yard a few moments later. She said no word of Maester Luwin. “Hodor must stay with Bran, to be his legs,” the wildling woman said briskly. “I will take Rickon with me.”
“We’ll go with Bran,” said Jojen Reed.
“Aye, I thought you might,” said Osha. “Believe I’ll try the East Gate, and follow the kingsroad a ways.”
“We’ll take the Hunter’s Gate,” said Meera.
“Hodor,” said Hodor.
They stopped at the kitchens first. Osha found some loaves of burned bread that were still edible, and even a cold roast fowl that she ripped in half. Meera unearthed a crock of honey and a big sack of apples. Outside, they made their farewells. Rickon sobbed and clung to Hodor’s leg until Osha gave him a smack with the butt end of her spear. Then he followed her quick enough. Shaggydog stalked after them. The last Bran saw of them was the direwolf’s tail as it vanished behind the broken tower.
The iron portcullis that closed the Hunter’s Gate had been warped so badly by heat it could not be raised more than a foot. They had to squeeze beneath its spikes, one by one.
“Will we go to your lord father?” Bran asked as they crossed the drawbridge between the walls. “To Greywater Watch?”
Meera looked to her brother for the answer. “Our road is north,” Jojen announced.
At the edge of the wolfswood, Bran turned in his basket for one last glimpse of the castle that had been his life. Wisps of smoke still rose into the grey sky, but no more than might have risen from Winterfell’s chimneys on a cold autumn afternoon. Soot stains marked some of the arrow loops, and here and there a crack or a missing merlon could be seen in the curtain wall, but it seemed little enough from this distance. Beyond, the tops of the keeps and towers still stood as they had for hundreds of years, and it was hard to tell that the castle had been sacked and burned at all. The stone is strong, Bran told himself, the roots of the trees go deep, and under the ground the Kings of Winter sit their thrones. So long as those remained, Winterfell remained. It was not dead, just broken. Like me, he thought. I’m not dead either.
APPENDIX
THE KINGS AND THEIR COURTS
THE KING ON THE IRON THRONE
JOFFREY BARATHEON, the First of His Name, a boy of thirteen years, the eldest son of King Robert I Baratheon and Queen Cersei of House Lannister,
—his mother, QUEEN CERSEI, Queen Regent and Protector of the Realm,
—his sister, PRINCESS MYRCELLA, a girl of nine,
—his brother, PRINCE TOMMEN, a boy of eight, heir to the Iron Throne,
—his uncles, on his father’s side:
—STANNIS BARATHEON, Lord of Dragonstone, styling himself King Stannis the First,
—RENLY BARATHEON, Lord of Storm’s End, styling himself King Renly the First,
—his uncles, on his mother’s side:
—SER JAIME LANNISTER, the Kingslayer, Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, a captive at Riverrun,
—TYRION LANNISTER, acting Hand of the King,
—Tyrion’s squire, PODRICK PAYNE,
—Tyrion’s guards and sworn swords:
—BRONN, a sellsword, black of hair and heart,
—SHAGGA SON OF DOLF, of the Stone Crows,
—TIMETT SON OF TIMETT, of the Burned Men,
—CHELLA DAUGHTER OF CHEYK, of the Black Ears,
—CRAWN SON OF CALOR, of the Moon Brothers,
—Tyrion’s concubine, SHAE, a camp follower,eighteen,
—his small council:
—GRAND MAESTER PYCELLE,
—LORD PETYR BAELISH, called LITTLEFINGER, master of coin,
—LORD JANOS SLYNT, Commander of the City Watch of King’s Landing (the “gold cloaks”),
—VARY
S, a eunuch, called the SPIDER, master of whisperers,
—his Kingsguard:
—SER JAIME LANNISTER, called theKINGSLAYER, Lord Commander, a captive at Riverrun,
—SANDOR CLEGANE, called theHOUND,
—SER BOROS BLOUNT,
—SER MERYN TRANT,
—SER ARYS OAKHEART,
—SER PRESTON GREENFIELD,
—SER MANDON MOORE,
—his court and retainers:
—SER ILYN PAYNE, the King’s Justice, a headsman,
—VYLARR, captain of the Lannister household guards at King’s Landing (the “red cloaks”),
—SER LANCEL LANNISTER, formerly squire to King Robert, recently knighted,
—TYREK LANNISTER, formerly squire to King Robert,
—SER ARON SANTAGAR, master-at-arms,
—SER BALON SWANN, second son to Lord Gulian Swann of Stonehelm,
—LADY ERMESANDE HAYFORD, a babe at the breast,
—SER DONTOS HOLLARD, called the RED, a drunk,
—JALABHAR XHO, an exiled prince from the Summer Isles,
—MOON BOY, a jester and fool,
—LADY TANDA STOKEWORTH,
—FALYSE, her elder daughter,
—LOLLYS, her younger daughter, a maiden of thirty-three years,
—LORD GYLES ROSBY,
—SER HORAS REDWYNE and his twin SER HOBBER REDWYNE, sons of the Lord of the Arbor,
—the people of King’s Landing:
—the City Watch (the “gold cloaks”):
—JANOS SLYNT, Lord of Harrenhal, Lord Commander,
—MORROS, his eldest son and heir,
—ALLAR DEEM, Slynt’s chief sergeant,
—SER JACELYN BYWATER, called IRONHAND, captain of the River Gate,
—HALLYNE THE PYROMANCER, a Wisdom of the Guild of Alchemists,
—CHATAYA, owner of an expensive brothel,
—ALAYAYA, DANCY, MAREI, some of her girls,
—TOBHO MOTT, a master armorer,
—SALLOREON, a master armorer,
—IRONBELLY, a blacksmith,
—LOTHAR BRUNE, a freerider,
—SER OSMUND KETTLEBLACK, a hedge knight of unsavory reputation,
—OSFRYD and OSNEY KETTLEBLACK, his brothers,
—SYMON SILVER TONGUE, a singer.
King Joffrey’s banner shows the crowned stag of Baratheon, black on gold, and the lion of Lannister, gold on crimson, combatant.
THE KING IN THE NARROW SEA
STANNIS BARATHEON, the First of His Name, the older of King Robert’s brothers, formerly Lord of Dragonstone, secondborn son of Lord Steffon Baratheon and Lady Cassana of House Estermont,
—his wife, LADY SELYSE of House Florent,
—SHIREEN, their only child, a girl of ten,
—his uncle and cousins:
—SER LOMAS ESTERMONT, an uncle,
—his son, SER ANDREW ESTERMONT, a cousin,
—his court and retainers:
—MAESTER CRESSEN, healer and tutor, an old man,
—MAESTER PYLOS, his young successor,
—SEPTON BARRE,
—SER AXELL FLORENT, castellan of Dragonstone, and uncle to Queen Selyse,
—PATCHFACE, a lackwit fool,
—LADY MELISANDRE OF ASSHAI, called the RED WOMAN, a priestess of R’hllor, the Heart of Fire,
—SER DAVOS SEAWORTH, called the ONION KNIGHT and sometimes SHORTHAND, once a smuggler, captain of Black Betha,
—his wife MARYA, a carpenter’s daughter,
—their seven sons:
—DALE, captain of the Wraith,
—ALLARD, captain of the Lady Marya,
—MATTHOS, second of Black Betha,
—MARIC, oarmaster of Fury,
—DEVAN, squire to King Stannis,
—STANNIS, a boy of nine years,
—STEFFON, a boy of six years,
—BRYEN FARRING, squire to King Stannis,
—his lords bannermen and sworn swords,
—ARDRIAN CELTIGAR, Lord of Claw Isle, an old man,
—MONFORD VELARYON, Lord of the Tides and Master of Driftmark,
—DURAM BAR EMMON, Lord of Sharp Point, a boy of fourteen years,
—GUNCER SUNGLASS, Lord of Sweetport Sound,
—SER HUBARD RAMBTON,
—SALLADHOR SAAN, of the Free City of Lys, styled Prince of the Narrow Sea,
—MOROSH THE MYRMAN, a sellsail admiral. King Stannis has taken for his banner the fiery heart of the Lord of Light; a red heart surrounded by orange flames upon a bright yellow field. Within the heart is pictured the crowned stag of House Baratheon, in black.
THE KING IN HIGHGARDEN
RENLY BARATHEON, the First of His Name, the younger of King Robert’s brothers, formerly Lord of Storm’s End, thirdborn son of Lord Steffon Baratheon and Lady Cassana of House Estermont,
—his new bride, LADY MARGAERY of House Tyrell, a maid of fifteen years,
—his uncle and cousins:
—SER ELDON ESTERMONT, an uncle,
—Ser Eldon’s son, SER AEMON ESTERMONT, a cousin,
—Ser Aemon’s son, SER ALYN ESTERMONT,
—his lords bannermen:
—MACE TYRELL, Lord of Highgarden and Hand of the King,
—RANDYLL TARLY, Lord of Horn Hill,
—MATHIS ROWAN, Lord of Goldengrove,
—BRYCE CARON, Lord of the Marches,
—SHYRA ERROL, Lady of Haystack Hall,
—ARWYN OAKHEART, Lady of Old Oak,
—ALESTER FLORENT, Lord of Brightwater Keep,
LORD SELWYN OF TARTH, called the EVENSTAR,
—LEYTON HIGHTOWER, Voice of Oldtown, Lord of the Port,
—LORD STEFFON VARNER,
—his Rainbow Guard:
—SER LORAS TYRELL, the Knight of Flowers, Lord Commander,
—LORD BRYCE CARON, the Orange,
—SER GUYARD MORRIGEN, the Green,
—SER PARMEN CRANE, the Purple,
—SER ROBAR ROYCE, the Red,
—SER EMMON CUY, the Yellow,
—BRIENNE OF TARTH, the Blue, also called BRIENNE THE BEAUTY, daughter to Lord Selwyn the Evenstar,
—his knights and sworn swords:
—SER CORTNAY PENROSE, castellan of Storm’s End,
—Ser Cortnay’s ward, EDRIC STORM, a bastard son of King Robert by Lady Delena of House Florent,
—SER DONNEL SWANN, heir to Stonehelm,
—SER JON FOSSOWAY, of the green-apple Fossoways,
—SER BRYAN FOSSOWAY, SER TANTON FOSSOWAY, and SER EDWYD FOSSOWAY, of the red-apple Fossoways,
—SER COLEN OF GREENPOOLS,
—SER MARK MULLENDORE,
—RED RONNET, the Knight of Griffin’s Roost,
—his household,
—MAESTER JURNE, counselor, healer, and tutor.
King Renly’s banner is the crowned stag of House Baratheon of Storm’s End, black upon a gold field, the same banner flown by his brother King Robert.
THE KING IN THE NORTH
ROBB STARK, Lord of Winterfell and King in the North, eldest son of Eddard Stark, Lord of Winterfell, and Lady Catelyn of House Tully, a boy of fifteen years,
—his direwolf, GREY WIND,
—his mother, LADY CATELYN, of House Tully,
—his siblings:
—PRINCESS SANSA, a maid of twelve,
—Sansa’s direwolf, {lady}, killed at Castle Darry,
—PRINCESS ARYA, a girl of ten,
—Arya’s direwolf, NYMERIA, driven off a year past,
—PRINCE BRANDON, called Bran, heir to Winterfell and the North, a boy of eight,
—Bran’s direwolf, SUMMER,
—PRINCE RICKON, a boy of four,
—Rickon’s direwolf, SHAGGYDOG,
—his half brother, JON SNOW, a bastard of fifteen years, a man of the Night’s Watch,
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