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"
What
of
it
,
Jon
?
"
"
You
have
five
trueborn
children
,
"
Jon
said
.
"
Three
sons
,
two
daughters
.
The
direwolf
is
the
sigil
of
your
House
.
Your
children
were
meant
to
have
these
pups
,
my
lord
.
"
Bran
saw
his
father
's
face
change
,
saw
the
other
men
exchange
glances
.
He
loved
Jon
with
all
his
heart
at
that
moment
.
Even
at
seven
,
Bran
understood
what
his
brother
had
done
.
The
count
had
come
right
only
because
Jon
had
omitted
himself
.
He
had
included
the
girls
,
included
even
Rickon
,
the
baby
,
but
not
the
bastard
who
bore
the
surname
Snow
,
the
name
that
custom
decreed
be
given
to
all
those
in
the
north
unlucky
enough
to
be
born
with
no
name
of
their
own
.
Their
father
understood
as
well
.
"
You
want
no
pup
for
yourself
,
Jon
?
"
he
asked
softly
.
"
The
direwolf
graces
the
banners
of
House
Stark
,
"
Jon
pointed
out
.
"
I
am
no
Stark
,
Father
.
"
Their
lord
father
regarded
Jon
thoughtfully
.
Robb
rushed
into
the
silence
he
left
.
"
I
will
nurse
him
myself
,
Father
,
"
he
promised
.
"
I
will
soak
a
towel
with
warm
milk
,
and
give
him
suck
from
that
.
"
"
Me
too
!
"
Bran
echoed
.
The
lord
weighed
his
sons
long
and
carefully
with
his
eyes
.
"
Easy
to
say
,
and
harder
to
do
.
I
will
not
have
you
wasting
the
servants
'
time
with
this
.
If
you
want
these
pups
,
you
will
feed
them
yourselves
.
Is
that
understood
?
"
Bran
nodded
eagerly
.
The
pup
squirmed
in
his
grasp
,
licked
at
his
face
with
a
warm
tongue
.
