"Death doesn't make everything better," Bran shot back fiercely and quietly furious and remembered Maester Luwin's dying eyes and burned bodies in the yard where he'd played. But he also remembered the grisly satisfaction of Summer when he tore the throat out of a deer and got to enjoy his kill.

He was still frowning when he stuck the spoon into his ice cream and took another bite. "We were going to see the three-eyed crow. I rode on Hodor's back. And I- climbed. Before. And took lessons."