He took courage from that. Catelyn smiled, but the smile was tinged with sadness. He caught a glimpse of a black squirrel moving through the snow-covered branches of an oak, and paused to study the silvery web of an empress spider. Somewhere out in Winterfell, a second wolf began to howl in chorus with the first.
The room smelled of smoke and blood and death. How old are you, boy? Seven, Bran said, shaking with relief. Arya glanced at it thoughtfully, but it was well beyond the reach of her stick. There are several appointments that require your immediateA GAME OF THRONES 115attention, my lady.
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