Song of Ice and Fire Vol 02 - A Clash of Kings

by Martin, George R. R.

  The door to the crypts was made of ironwood. It was old and heavy, and lay at a slant to the ground. Only one person could approach it at a time. Osha tried once more when she reached it, but Bran could see that it was not budging. "Let Hodor try."

  They had to pull Bran from his basket first, so he would not get squished. Meera squatted beside him on the steps, one arm thrown protectively across his shoulders, as Osha and Hodor traded places. "Open the door, Hodor," Bran said.

  The huge stableboy put both hands flat on the door, pushed, and grunted. "Hodor?" He slammed a fist against the wood, and it did not so much as jump. "Hodor."

  "Use your back," urged Bran. "And your legs."

  Turning, Hodor put his back to the wood and shoved. Again. Again. "Hodor!" He put one foot on a higher step so he was bent under the slant of the door and tried to rise. This time the wood groaned and creaked. "Hodor!" The other foot came up a step, and Hodor spread his legs apart, braced, and straightened. His face turned red, and Bran could see cords in his neck bulging as he strained against the weight above him. "Hodor hodor hodor hodor hodor HODOR!" From above came a dull rumble. Then suddenly the door jerked upward and a shaft of daylight fell across Bran's face, blinding him for a moment. Another shove brought the

  sound of shifting stone, and then the way was open. Osha poked her spear through and slid out after it, and Rickon squirmed through Meera's legs to follow. Hodor shoved the door open all the way and stepped to the surface. The Reeds had to carry Bran up the last few steps.

  The sky was a pale grey, and smoke eddied all around them. They stood in the shadow of the First Keep, or what remained of it. One whole side of the building had torn loose and fallen away. Stone and shattered gargoyles lay strewn across the yard. They fell just where I did, Bran thought when he saw them. Some of the gargoyles had broken into so many pieces it made him wonder how he was alive at all. Nearby some crows were pecking at a body crushed beneath the tumbled stone, but he lay facedown and Bran could not say who he was.

  The First Keep had not been used for many hundreds of years, but now it was more of a shell than ever. The floors had burned inside it, and all the beams. Where the wall had fallen away, they could see right into the rooms, even into the privy. Yet behind, the broken tower still stood, no more burned than before. Jojen Reed was coughing from the smoke. "Take me home!" Rickon demanded. "I want to be home!" Hodor stomped in a circle. "Hodor," he whimpered in a small voice. They stood huddled together with ruin and death all around them.

  "We made noise enough to wake a dragon," Osha said, "but there's no one come. The castle's dead and burned, just as Bran dreamed, but we had best-" She broke off suddenly at a noise behind them, and whirled with her spear at the ready.

  Two lean dark shapes emerged from behind the broken tower, padding slowly through the rubble. Rickon gave a happy shout of "Shaggy!" and the black direwolf came bounding toward him. Summer advanced more slowly, rubbed his head up against Bran's arm, and licked his face.

  "We should go," said Jojen. "So much death will bring other wolves besides Summer and Shaggydog, and not all on four feet."

  "Aye, soon enough," Osha agreed, "but we need food, and there may be some survived this, Stay together. Meera, keep your shield up and guard our backs."

  it took the rest of the morning to make a slow circuit of the castle. The great granite walls remained, blackened here and there by fire but otherwise untouched. But within, all was death and destruction. The doors of the Great Hall were charred and smoldering, and inside the rafters had given way and the whole roof had crashed down onto the floor. The green and yellow panes of the glass gardens were all in shards, the trees and fruits and flowers torn up or left exposed to die. of the stables, made of wood and thatch, nothing remained but ashes, embers, and dead horses. Bran thought of his Dancer, and wanted to weep. There was a shallow steaming lake beneath the Library Tower, and hot water

  gushing from a crack in its side. The bridge between the Bell Tower and the rookery had collapsed into the yard below, and Maester Luwin's turret was gone. They saw a dull red glow shining up through the narrow cellar windows beneath the Great Keep, and a second fire still burning in one of the storehouses.

  Osha called softly through the blowing smoke as they went, but no one answered. They saw one dog worrying at a corpse, but he ran when he caught the scents of the direwolves; the rest had been slain in the kennels. The maester's ravens were paying court to some of the corpses, while the crows from the broken tower attended others. Bran recognized Poxy Tym, even though someone had taken an axe to his face. One charred corpse, outside the ashen shell of Mother's sept, sat with his arms drawn up and his hands balled into hard black fists, as if to punch anyone who dared approach him. "If the gods are good," Osha said in a low angry voice, "the Others will take them that did this work."

  "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 wh
ere?" 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"),

  -VARYS, a eunuch, called the SPIDER, master of whisperers,

  -his Kingsguard:

  -SER JAIME LANNISTER, called the KINGSLAYER, Lord Commander, a captive at Riverrun,

  -SANDOR CLEGANE, called the HOUND,

  -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,
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  -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,

  -ARDRLA,N 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: