All Bran could think of was Old Nan's story of the Others and the last hero, hounded through the white woods by dead men and spiders big as hounds. eyes, and watch over his men, Hal and Quent and the rest, and Lord Umber and Lady Mormont and the other lords. The door opened. Robb shouted, Winterfell! and kicked his horse.
He did not want his enemies to know that he was dying. The severed head had been dipped in tar to preserve it longer. Lords great and small had flocked to Robert's banners; others had remained loyal to Targaryen. Male and female hunted together, with weirwood bows and flying snares.
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