grrm.astormofswords-第32部分

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ste　of　it；　the　blood　and　the　raw　rich　meat；　and　his　mouth　watered。　I　won　the　fight　for　it。　I　won。
　〃Did　you　mark　the　trees？〃
　Bran　flushed。　Jojen　was　always　telling　him　to　do　things　when　he　opened　his　third　eye　and　put　on　Summer's　skin。　To　claw　the　bark　of　a　tree；　to　catch　a　rabbit　and　bring　it　back　in　his　jaws　uneaten；　to　push　some　rocks　in　a　line。　Stupid　things。　〃I　forgot；〃　he　said。
　〃You　always　forget。〃
　It　was　true。　He　meant　to　do　the　things　that　Jojen　asked；　but　once　he　was　a　wolf　they　never　seemed　important。　There　were　always　things　to　see　and　things　to　smell；　a　whole　green　world　to　hunt。　And　he　could　run！　There　was　nothing　better　than　running；　unless　it　was　running　after　prey。　〃I　was　a　prince；　Jojen；〃　he　told　the　older　boy。　〃I　was　the　prince　of　the　woods。〃
　〃You　are　a　prince；〃　Jojen　reminded　him　softly。　〃You　remember；　don't　you？　Tell　me　who　you　are。〃
　〃You　know〃　Jojen　was　his　friend　and　his　teacher；　but　sometimes　Bran　just　wanted　to　hit　him。
　〃I　want　you　to　say　the　words。　Tell　me　who　you　are。〃
　〃Bran；〃　he　said　sullenly。　Bran　the　Broken。　〃Brandon　Stark。〃　The　cripple　boy。　〃The　Prince　of　Winterfell。〃　Of　Winterfell　burned　and　tumbled；　its　people　scattered　and　slain。　The　glass　gardens　were　smashed；　and　hot　water　gushed　from　the　cracked　walls　to　steam　beneath　the　sun。　How　can　you　be　the　prince　of　someplace　you　might　never　see　again？
　〃And　who　is　Summer？〃　Jojen　prompted。
　〃My　direwolf。〃　He　smiled。　〃Prince　of　the　green。〃
　〃Bran　the　boy　and　Summer　the　wolf。　You　are　two；　then？〃
　〃Two；〃　he　sighed；　〃and　one。〃　He　hated　Jojen　when　he　got　stupid　like　this。　At　Winterfell　he　wanted　me　to　dream　my　wolf　dreams；　and　now　that　I　know　how　he's　always　calling　me　back。
　〃Remember　that；　Bran。　Remember　yourself；　or　the　wolf　will　consume　you。　When　you　join；　it　is　not　enough　to　run　and　hunt　and　howl　in　Summer's　skin。〃
　It　is　for　me；　Bran　thought。　He　liked　Summer's　skin　better　than　his　own。　What　good　is　it　to　be　a　skinchanger　if　you　can't　wear　the　skin　you　like？
　〃Will　you　remember？　And　next　time；　mark　the　tree。　Any　tree；　it　doesn't　matter；　so　long　as　you　do　it。〃
　〃I　will。　I'll　remember。　I　could　go　back　and　do　it　now；　if　you　like。　I　won't　forget　this　time。〃　But　I'll　eat　my　deer　first；　and　fight　with　those　little　wolves　some　more。
　Jojen　shook　his　head。　〃No。　Best　stay；　and　eat。　With　your　own　mouth。　A　warg　cannot　live　on　what　his　beast　consumes。〃
　How　would　you　know？　Bran　thought　resentfully。　You've　never　been　a　warg；　you　don't　know　what　it's　like。
　Hodor　jerked　suddenly　to　his　feet；　almost　hitting　his　head　on　the　barrelvaulted　ceiling。　〃HODOR！〃　he　shouted；　rushing　to　the　door。　Meera　pushed　it　open　just　before　he　reached　it；　and　stepped　through　into　their　refuge。　〃Hodor；　hodor；〃　the　huge　stableboy　said；　grinning。
　Meera　Reed　was　sixteen；　a　woman　grown；　but　she　stood　no　higher　than　her　brother。　All　the　crannogmen　were　small；　she　told　Bran　once　when　he　asked　why　she　wasn't　taller。　Brown…haired；　green…eyed；　and　flat　as　a　boy；　she　walked　with　a　supple　grace　that　Bran　could　only　watch　and　envy。　Meera　wore　a　long　sharp　dagger；　but　her　favorite　way　to　fight　was　with　a　slender　three…pronged　frog　spear　in　one　hand　and　a　woven　net　in　the　other。
　〃Who's　hungry？〃　she　asked；　holding　up　her　catch：　two　small　silvery　trout　and　six　fat　green　frogs。
　〃I　am；〃　said　Bran。　But　not　for　frogs。　Back　at　Winterfell　before　all　the　bad　things　had　happened；　the　Walders　used　to　say　that　eating　frogs　would　turn　your　teeth　green　and　make　moss　grow　under　your　arms。　He　wondered　if　the　Walders　were　dead。　He　hadn't　seen　their　corpses　at　Winterfell　。　。　。　but　there　had　been　a　lot　of　corpses；　and　they　hadn't　looked　inside　the　buildings。
　〃We'll　just　have　to　feed　you；　then。　Will　you　help　me　clean　the　catch；　Bran？〃
　He　nodded。　It　was　hard　to　sulk　with　Meera。　She　was　much　more　cheerful　than　her　brother；　and　always　seemed　to　know　how　to　make　him　smile。　Nothing　ever　scared　her　or　made　her　angry。　Well；　except　Jojen；　sometimes　。　。　。　Joien　Reed　could　scare　most　anyone。　He　dressed　all　in　green；　his　eyes　were　murky　as　moss；　and　he　had　green　dreams。　What　Jojen　dreamed　came　true。　Except　he　dreamed　me　dead；　and　I'm　not。　Only　he　was；　in　a　way。
　Jojen　sent　Hodor　out　for　wood　and　built　them　a　small　fire　while　Bran　and　Meera　were　cleaning　the　fish　and　frogs。　They　used　Meera's　helm　for　a　cooking　pot；　chopping　up　the　catch　into　little　cubes　and　tossing　in　some　water　and　some　wild　onions　Hodor　had　found　to　make　a　froggy　stew。　It　wasn't　as　good　as　deer；　but　it　wasn't　bad　either；　Bran　decided　as　he　ate。　〃Thank　you；　Meera；〃　he　said。　〃My　lady。〃
　〃You　are　most　wele；　Your　Grace。〃
　〃e　the　morrow；〃　Jojen　announced；　〃we　had　best　move　on。〃
　Bran　could　see　Meera　tense。　〃Have　you　had　a　green　dream？〃
　〃No；〃　he　admitted。
　〃Why　leave；　then？〃　his　sister　demanded。　〃Tumbledown　Tower's　a　good　place　for　us。　No　villages　near；　the　woods　are　full　of　game；　there's　fish　and　frogs　in　the　streams　and　lakes　。　。　。　and　who　is　ever　going　to　find　us　here？〃
　〃This　is　not　the　place　we　are　meant　to　be。〃
　〃It　is　safe；　though。〃
　〃It　seems　safe；　I　know；〃　said　Jojen；　〃but　for　how　long？　There　was　a　battle　at　Winterfell；　we　saw　the　dead。　Battles　mean　wars。　If　some　army　should　take　us　unawares　。　。　。〃
　〃It　might　be　Robb's　army；〃　said　Bran。　〃Robb　will　e　back　from　the　south　soon；　I　know　he　will。　He'll　e　back　with　all　his　banners　and　chase　the　ironmen　away。〃
　〃Your　maester　said　naught　of　Robb　when　he　lay　dying；〃　Jojen　reminded　him。　〃Ironmen　on　the　Stony　Shore；　he　said；　and；　east；　the　Bastard　of　Bolton。　Moat　Cailin　and　Deepwood　Motte　fallen；　the　heir　to　Cerwyn　dead；　and　the　castellan　of　Torrhen's　Square。　War　everywhere；　he　said；　each　man　against　his　neighbor。〃
　〃We　have　plowed　this　field　before；〃　his　sister　said。　〃You　want　to　make　for　the　Wall；　and　your　three…eyed　crow。　That's　well　and　good；　but　the　Wall　is　a　very　long　way　and　Bran　has　no　legs　but　Hodor。　If　we　were　mounted　。　。　。〃
　〃If　we　were　eagles　we　might　fly；〃　said　Jojen　sharply；　〃but　we　have　no　wings；　no　more　than　we　have　horses。〃
　〃There　are　horses　to　be　had；〃　said　Meera。　〃Even　in　the　deep　of　the　wolfswood　there　are　foresters；　crofters；　hunters。　Some　will　have　horses。〃
　〃And　if　they　do；　should　we　steal　them？　Are　we　thieves？　The　last　thing　we　need　is　men　hunting　us。〃
　〃We　could　buy　them；〃　she　said。　〃Trade　for　them。〃
　〃Look　at　us；　Meera。　A　crippled　boy　with　a　direwolf；　a　simpleminded　giant；　and　two　crannogmen　a　thousand　leagues　from　the　Neck。　We　will　be　known。　And　word　will　spread。　So　long　as　Bran　remains　dead；　he　is　safe。　Alive；　he　bees　prey　for　those　who　want　him　dead　for　good　and　true。〃　Jojen　went　to　the　fire　to　prod　the　embers　with　a　stick。　〃Somewhere　to　the　north；　the　three…eyed　crow　awaits　us。　Bran　has　need　of　a　teacher　wiser　than　me。〃
　〃How；　Jojen？〃　his　sister　asked。　〃How？〃
　〃Afoot；〃　he　answered。　〃A　step　at　a　time。〃
　〃The　road　from　Greywater　to　Winterfell。　went　on　forever；　and　we　were　mounted　then。　You　want　us　to　travel　a　longer　road　on　foot；　without　even　knowing　where　it　ends。　Beyond　the　Wall；　you　say。　I　haven't　been　there；　no　more　than　you；　but　I　know　that　Beyond　the　Wall's　a　big　place；　Jojen。　Are　there　many　three…eyed　crows；　or　only　one？　How　do　we　find　him？〃
　〃Perhaps　he　will　find　us。〃
　Before　Meera　could　find　a　reply　to　that；　they　heard　the　sound；　the　distant　howl　of　a　wolf；　drifting　through　the　night。　〃Summer？〃　asked　Jojen；　listening。
　〃No。〃　Bran　knew　the　voice　of　his　direwolf。
　〃Are　you　certain？〃　said　the　little　grandfather。
　〃Certain。〃　Summer　had　wandered　far　afield　today；　and　would　not　be　back　till　dawn。　Maybe　lojen　dreams　green；　but　he　can't　tell　a　wolf　from　a　direwolf。　He　wondered　why　they　all　listened　to　Jojen　so　much。　He　was　not　a　prince　like　Bran；　nor　big　and　strong　like　Hodor；　nor　as　good　a　hunter　as　Meera；　yet　somehow　it　was　always　Jojen　telling　them　what　to　do。　〃We　should　steal　horses　like　Meera　wants；〃　Bran　said；　〃and　ride　to　the　Umbers　up　at　Last　Hearth。〃　He　thought　a　moment。　〃Or　we　could　steal　a　boat　and　sail　down　the　White　Knife　to　White　Harbor　town。　That　fat　Lord　Manderly　rules　there；　he　was　friendly　at　the　harvest　feast。　He　wanted　to　build　ships。　Maybe　he　built　some；　and　we　could　sail　to　Riverrun　and　bring　Robb　home　with　all　his　army。　Then　it　wouldn't　matter　who　knew　I　was　alive。　Robb