A Game of Thrones Read online


Chapter One

 

  Bran

 

  The morning had dawned clear and cold, with a crispness that hinted at the end of summer. They set forth at daybreak to see a man beheaded, twenty in all, and Bran rode among them, nervous with excitement. This was the first time he had been deemed old enough to go with his lord father and his brothers to see the king's justice done. It was the ninth year of summer, and the seventh of Bran's life.

 

  The man had been taken outside a small holdfast in the hills. Robb thought he was a wildling, his sword sworn to Mance Rayder, the King-beyond-the-Wall. It made Bran's skin prickle to think of it. He remembered the hearth tales Old Nan told them. The wildlings were cruel men, she said, slavers and slayers and thieves. They consorted with giants and ghouls, stole girl children in the dead of night, and drank blood from polished horns. And their women lay with the Others in the Long Night to sire terrible half-human children.

 

  But the man they found bound hand and foot to the holdfast wall awaiting the king's justice was old and scrawny, not much taller than Robb. He had lost both ears and a finger to frostbite, and he dressed all in black, the same as a brother of the Night's Watch, except that his furs were ragged and greasy.

 

  The breath of man and horse mingled, steaming, in the cold morning air as his lord father had the man cut down from the wall and dragged before them. Robb and Jon sat tall and still on their horses, with Bran between them on his pony, trying to seem older than seven, trying to pretend that he'd seen all this before. A faint wind blew through the holdfast gate. Over their heads flapped the banner of the Starks of Winterfell: a grey direwolf racing across an ice-white field.

 

  Bran's father sat solemnly on his horse, long brown hair stirring in the wind. His closely trimmed beard was shot with white, making him look older than his thirty-five years. He had a grim cast to his grey eyes this day, and he seemed not at all the man who would sit before the fire in the evening and talk softly of the age of heroes and the children of the forest. He had taken off Father's face, Bran thought, and donned the face of Lord Stark of Winterfell.

 

  There were questions asked and answers given there in the chill of morning, but afterward Bran could not recall much of what had been said. Finally his lord father gave a command, and two of his guardsmen dragged the ragged man to the ironwood stump in the center of the square. They forced his head down onto the hard black wood. Lord Eddard Stark dismounted and his ward Theon Greyjoy brought forth the sword. "Ice," that sword was called. It was as wide across as a man's hand, and taller even than Robb. The blade was Valyrian steel, spell-forged and dark as smoke. Nothing held an edge like Valyrian steel.

 

  His father peeled off his gloves and handed them to Jory Cassel, the captain of his household guard. He took hold of Ice with both hands and said, "In the name of Robert of the House Baratheon, the First of his Name, King of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm, by the word of Eddard of the House Stark, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North, I do sentence you to die. " He lifted the greatsword high above his head.

 

  Bran's bastard brother Jon Snow moved closer. "Keep the pony well in hand," he whispered. "And don't look away. Father will know if you do. "

 

  Bran kept his pony well in hand, and did not look away.

 

  His father took off the man's head with a single sure stroke. Blood sprayed out across the snow, as red as surnmerwine. One of the horses reared and had to be restrained to keep from bolting. Bran could not take his eyes off the blood. The snows around the stump drank it eagerly, reddening as he watched.

 

  The head bounced off a thick root and rolled. It came up near Greyjoy's feet. Theon was a lean, dark youth of nineteen who found everything amusing. He laughed, put his boot on the head, and kicked it away.

 

  "Ass," Jon muttered, low enough so Greyjoy did not hear. He put a hand on Bran's shoulder, and Bran looked over at his bastard brother. "You did well," Jon told him solemnly. Jon was fourteen, an old hand at justice.

 

  It seemed colder on the long ride back to Winterfell, though the wind had died by then and the sun was higher in the sky. Bran rode with his brothers, well ahead of the main party, his pony struggling hard to keep up with their horses.

 

  "The deserter died bravely," Robb said. He was big and broad and growing every day, with his mother's coloring, the fair skin, red-brown hair, and blue eyes of the Tullys of Riverrun. "He had courage, at the least. "

 

  "No," Jon Snow said quietly. "It was not courage. This one was dead of fear. You could see it in his eyes, Stark. " Jon's eyes were a grey so dark they seemed almost black, but there was little they did not see. He was of an age with Robb, but they did not look alike. Jon was slender where Robb was muscular, dark where Robb was fair, graceful and quick where his half brother was strong and fast.

 

  Robb was not impressed. "The Others take his eyes," he swore. "He died well. Race you to the bridge?"

 

  "Done," Jon said, kicking his horse forward. Robb cursed and followed, and they galloped off down the trail, Robb laughing and hooting, Jon silent and intent. The hooves of their horses kicked up showers of snow as they went.

 

  Bran did not try to follow. His pony could not keep up. He had seen the ragged man's eyes, and he was thinking of them now. After a while, the sound of Robb's laughter receded, and the woods grew silent again.

 

  So deep in thought was he that he never heard the rest of the party until his father moved up to ride beside him. "Are you well, Bran?" he asked, not unkindly.

 

  "Yes, Father," Bran told him. He looked up. Wrapped in his furs and leathers, mounted on his great warhorse, his lord father loomed over him like a giant. "Robb says the man died bravely, but Jon says he was afraid. "

  "What do you think?" his father asked.

 

  Bran thought about it. "Can a man still be brave if he's afraid?"

 

  "That is the only time a man can be brave," his father told him. "Do you understand why I did it?"

 

  "He was a wildling," Bran said. "They carry off women and sell them to the Others. "

 

  His lord father smiled. "Old Nan has been telling you stories again. In truth, the man was an oathbreaker, a deserter from the Night's Watch. No man is more dangerous. The deserter knows his life is forfeit if he is taken, so he will not flinch from any crime, no matter how vile. But you mistake me. The question was not why the man had to die, but why I must do it. "

 

  Bran had no answer for that. "King Robert has a headsman," he said, uncertainly.

 

  "He does," his father admitted. "As did the Targaryen kings before him. Yet our way is the older way. The blood of the First Men still flows in the veins of the Starks, and we hold to the belief that the man who passes the sentence should swing the sword. If you would take a man's life, you owe it to him to look into his eyes and hear his final words. And if you cannot bear to do that, then perhaps the man does not deserve to die.

 

  "One day, Bran, you will be Robb's bannerman, holding a keep of your own for your brother and your king, and justice will fall to you. When that day comes, you must take no pleasure in the task, but neither must you look away. A ruler who hides behind paid executioners soon forgets what death is. "

 

  That wa
s when Jon reappeared on the crest of the hill before them. He waved and shouted down at them. "Father, Bran, come quickly, see what Robb has found!" Then he was gone again.

 

  Jory rode up beside them. "Trouble, my lord?"

 

  "Beyond a doubt," his lord father said. "Come, let us see what mischief my sons have rooted out now. " He sent his horse into a trot. Jory and Bran and the rest came after.

 

  They found Robb on the riverbank north of the bridge, with Jon still mounted beside him. The late summer snows had been heavy this moonturn. Robb stood knee-deep in white, his hood pulled back so the sun shone in his hair. He was cradling something in his arm, while the boys talked in hushed, excited voices.

 

  The riders picked their way carefully through the drifts, groping for solid footing on the hidden, uneven ground. Jory Cassel and Theon Greyjoy were the first to reach the boys. Greyjoy was laughing and joking as he rode. Bran heard the breath go out of him. "Gods!" he exclaimed, struggling to keep control of his horse as he reached for his sword.

 

  Jory's sword was already out. "Robb, get away from it!" he called as his horse reared under him.

 

  Robb grinned and looked up from the bundle in his arms. "She can't hurt you," he said. "She's dead, Jory. "

 

  Bran was afire with curiosity by then. He would have spurred the pony faster, but his father made them dismount beside the bridge and approach on foot. Bran jumped off and ran.

 

  By then Jon, Jory, and Theon Greyjoy had all dismounted as well. "What in the seven hells is it?" Greyjoy was saying.

 

  "A wolf," Robb told him.

 

  "A freak," Greyjoy said. "Look at the size of it. "

 

  Bran's heart was thumping in his chest as he pushed through a waist-high drift to his brothers' side.

 

  Half-buried in bloodstained snow, a huge dark shape slumped in death. Ice had formed in its shaggy grey fur, and the faint smell of corruption clung to it like a woman's perfume. Bran glimpsed blind eyes crawling with maggots, a wide mouth full of yellowed teeth. But it was the size of it that made him gasp. It was bigger than his pony, twice the size of the largest hound in his father's kennel.

 

  "It's no freak," Jon said calmly. "That's a direwolf. They grow larger than the other kind. "

 

  Theon Greyjoy said, "There's not been a direwolf sighted south of the Wall in two hundred years. "

 

  "I see one now," Jon replied.

 

  Bran tore his eyes away from the monster. That was when he noticed the bundle in Robb's arms. He gave a cry of delight and moved closer. The pup was a tiny ball of grey-black fur, its eyes still closed. It nuzzled blindly against Robb's chest as he cradled it, searching for milk among his leathers, making a sad little whimpery sound. Bran reached out hesitantly. "Go on," Robb told him. "You can touch him. "

 

  Bran gave the pup a quick nervous stroke, then turned as Jon said, "Here you go. " His half brother put a second pup into his arms. "There are five of them. " Bran sat down in the snow and hugged the wolf pup to his face. Its fur was soft and warm against his cheek.

 

  "Direwolves loose in the realm, after so many years," muttered Hullen, the master of horse. "I like it not. "

 

  "It is a sign," Jory said.

 

  Father frowned. "This is only a dead animal, Jory," he said. Yet he seemed troubled. Snow crunched under his boots as he moved around the body. "Do we know what killed her?"

 

  "There's something in the throat," Robb told him, proud to have found the answer before his father even asked. "There, just under the jaw. "

 

  His father knelt and groped under the beast's head with his hand. He gave a yank and held it up for all to see. A foot of shattered antler, tines snapped off, all wet with blood.

 

  A sudden silence descended over the party. The men looked at the antler uneasily, and no one dared to speak. Even Bran could sense their fear, though he did not understand.

 

  His father tossed the antler to the side and cleansed his hands in the snow. "I'm surprised she lived long enough to whelp," he said. His voice broke the spell.

 

  "Maybe she didn't," Jory said. "I've heard tales . . . maybe the bitch was already dead when the pups came. "

 

  "Born with the dead," another man put in. "Worse luck. "

 

  "No matter," said Hullen. "They be dead soon enough too. "

 

  Bran gave a wordless cry of dismay.

 

  "The sooner the better," Theon Greyjoy agreed. He drew his sword. "Give the beast here, Bran. "

 

  The little thing squirmed against him, as if it heard and understood. "No!" Bran cried out fiercely. "It's mine. "

 

  "Put away your sword, Greyjoy," Robb said. For a moment he sounded as commanding as their father, like the lord he would someday be. "We will keep these pups. "

 

  "You cannot do that, boy," said Harwin, who was Hullen's son.

 

  "It be a mercy to kill them," Hullen said.

 

  Bran looked to his lord father for rescue, but got only a frown, a furrowed brow. "Hullen speaks truly, son. Better a swift death than a hard one from cold and starvation. "

 

  "No!" He could feel tears welling in his eyes, and he looked away. He did not want to cry in front of his father.

 

  Robb resisted stubbornly. "Ser Rodrik's red bitch whelped again last week," he said. "It was a small litter, only two live pups. She'll have milk enough. "

 

  "She'll rip them apart when they try to nurse. "

 

  "Lord Stark," Jon said. It was strange to hear him call Father that, so formal. Bran looked at him with desperate hope. "There are five pups," he told Father. "Three male, two female. "

 

  "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.

 

  "You must train them as well," their father said. "You must train them. The kennelmaster will have nothing to do with these monsters, I promise you that. And the gods help yo
u if you neglect them, or brutalize them, or train them badly. These are not dogs to beg for treats and slink off at a kick. A direwolf will rip a man's arm off his shoulder as easily as a dog will kill a rat. Are you sure you want this?"

 

  "Yes, Father," Bran said.

 

  "Yes," Robb agreed.

 

  "The pups may die anyway, despite all you do. "

 

  "They won't die," Robb said. "We won't let them die. "

 

  "Keep them, then. Jory, Desmond, gather up the other pups. It's time we were back to Winterfell. "

 

  It was not until they were mounted and on their way that Bran allowed himself to taste the sweet air of victory. By then, his pup was snuggled inside his leathers, warm against him, safe for the long ride home. Bran was wondering what to name him.

 

  Halfway across the bridge, Jon pulled up suddenly.

 

  "What is it, Jon?" their lord father asked.

 

  "Can't you hear it?"

 

  Bran could hear the wind in the trees, the clatter of their hooves on the ironwood planks, the whimpering of his hungry pup, but Jon was listening to something else.

 

  "There," Jon said. He swung his horse around and galloped back across the bridge. They watched him dismount where the direwolf lay dead in the snow, watched him kneel. A moment later he was riding back to them, smiling.

 

  "He must have crawled away from the others," Jon said.

 

  "Or been driven away," their father said, looking at the sixth pup. His fur was white, where the rest of the litter was grey. His eyes were as red as the blood of the ragged man who had died that morning. Bran thought it curious that this pup alone would have opened his eyes while the others were still blind.

 

  "An albino," Theon Greyjoy said with wry amusement. "This one will die even faster than the others. "

 

  Jon Snow gave his father's ward a long, chilling look. "I think not, Greyjoy," he said. "This one belongs to me. "

 

    A Dance with Dragons Read onlineA Dance with DragonsA Storm of Swords Read onlineA Storm of SwordsA Feast for Crows Read onlineA Feast for CrowsA Clash of Kings Read onlineA Clash of KingsA Game of Thrones Read onlineA Game of ThronesMississippi Roll Read onlineMississippi RollWild Cards V: Down and Dirty Read onlineWild Cards V: Down and DirtyBusted Flush Read onlineBusted FlushWhen the Devil Drives Read onlineWhen the Devil DrivesDying of the Light Read onlineDying of the LightThe Ice Dragon Read onlineThe Ice DragonSandkings Read onlineSandkingsJokertown Shuffle Read onlineJokertown ShuffleDreamsongs. Volume II Read onlineDreamsongs. Volume IIDeuces Down Read onlineDeuces DownWhen We Were Heroes Read onlineWhen We Were HeroesWarriors Read onlineWarriorsIn the House of the Worm Read onlineIn the House of the WormDeath Draws Five Read onlineDeath Draws FiveDreamsongs. Volume I Read onlineDreamsongs. Volume IMarked Cards Read onlineMarked CardsDreamsongs Read onlineDreamsongsCard Sharks Read onlineCard SharksDangerous Women Read onlineDangerous WomenInside Straight Read onlineInside StraightTurn of the Cards Read onlineTurn of the CardsFevre Dream Read onlineFevre DreamHigh Stakes: A Wild Cards Novel Read onlineHigh Stakes: A Wild Cards NovelWindhaven Read onlineWindhavenTuf Voyaging Read onlineTuf VoyagingDouble Solitaire Read onlineDouble SolitaireThe Sworn Sword Read onlineThe Sworn SwordLow Chicago Read onlineLow ChicagoDead Man's Hand Read onlineDead Man's HandWild Cards Read onlineWild CardsBlack Trump Read onlineBlack TrumpOne Eyed Jacks Read onlineOne Eyed JacksWild Cards: Aces Abroad Read onlineWild Cards: Aces AbroadLowball: A Wild Cards Novel Read onlineLowball: A Wild Cards NovelDouble Solitaire (2019 Edition) Read onlineDouble Solitaire (2019 Edition)Dealer's Choice Read onlineDealer's ChoiceAce in the Hole Read onlineAce in the HoleA Song for Lya: And Other Stories Read onlineA Song for Lya: And Other StoriesThree Kings Read onlineThree KingsKnaves Over Queens Read onlineKnaves Over QueensJoker Moon Read onlineJoker MoonOne Eyed Jacks wc-8 Read onlineOne Eyed Jacks wc-8Down And Dirty wc-5 Read onlineDown And Dirty wc-5Mississippi Roll_A Wild Cards Novel Read onlineMississippi Roll_A Wild Cards NovelA Feast for Dragons Read onlineA Feast for DragonsThe Sworn Sword ttodae-2 Read onlineThe Sworn Sword ttodae-2Aces High wc-2 Read onlineAces High wc-2Wild Cards 13 : Card Sharks Read onlineWild Cards 13 : Card SharksWay of the Wizard Read onlineWay of the WizardWild Cards VIII: One-Eyed Jacks Read onlineWild Cards VIII: One-Eyed JacksA Dance With Dragons: Book 5 of A Song of Ice and Fire (Song of Ice & Fire 5) Read onlineA Dance With Dragons: Book 5 of A Song of Ice and Fire (Song of Ice & Fire 5)The Princess and The Queen, Or, The Blacks and The Greens (a song of ice and fire) Read onlineThe Princess and The Queen, Or, The Blacks and The Greens (a song of ice and fire)Wild Cards VI--Ace in the Hole Read onlineWild Cards VI--Ace in the HoleThe World of Ice & Fire: The Untold History of Westeros and the Game of Thrones (A Song of Ice and Fire) Read onlineThe World of Ice & Fire: The Untold History of Westeros and the Game of Thrones (A Song of Ice and Fire)The World of Ice & Fire: The Untold History of Westeros and the Game of Thrones Read onlineThe World of Ice & Fire: The Untold History of Westeros and the Game of ThronesBusted Flush wc-19 Read onlineBusted Flush wc-19A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms Read onlineA Knight of the Seven KingdomsNightflyers: The Illustrated Edition Read onlineNightflyers: The Illustrated EditionWild Cards IV Read onlineWild Cards IVPortraits of His Children Read onlinePortraits of His ChildrenDead Mans Hand wc-7 Read onlineDead Mans Hand wc-7Jokers Wild wc-3 Read onlineJokers Wild wc-3The Lonely Songs of Laren Dorr Read onlineThe Lonely Songs of Laren DorrWild Cards III: Jokers Wild Read onlineWild Cards III: Jokers WildA Game of Thrones Enhanced Edition Read onlineA Game of Thrones Enhanced EditionNightflyers & Other Stories Read onlineNightflyers & Other StoriesArmageddon Rag Read onlineArmageddon RagWild Cards: Inside Straight Read onlineWild Cards: Inside StraightA Song for Lya Read onlineA Song for LyaA Dance with Dragons: A Song of Ice and Fire: Book Five Read onlineA Dance with Dragons: A Song of Ice and Fire: Book FiveSong of Fire & Ice 01 - A Game of Thrones Read onlineSong of Fire & Ice 01 - A Game of ThronesDeath Draws Five wc-17 Read onlineDeath Draws Five wc-17Turn of the Cards w-12 Read onlineTurn of the Cards w-12Wild Cards 14 - Marked Cards Read onlineWild Cards 14 - Marked CardsHunter's Run Read onlineHunter's RunThe Glass Flower Read onlineThe Glass FlowerA Clash of Kings asoiaf-2 Read onlineA Clash of Kings asoiaf-2A Game of Thrones 5-Book Bundle: A Song of Ice and Fire Series: A Game of Thrones, A Clash of Kings, A Storm of Swords, A Feast for Crows, and A Dance with Dragons (Song of Ice & Fire) Read onlineA Game of Thrones 5-Book Bundle: A Song of Ice and Fire Series: A Game of Thrones, A Clash of Kings, A Storm of Swords, A Feast for Crows, and A Dance with Dragons (Song of Ice & Fire)Ace In The Hole wc-6 Read onlineAce In The Hole wc-6Suicide Kings wc-20 Read onlineSuicide Kings wc-20Lowball Read onlineLowballAces Abroad wc-4 Read onlineAces Abroad wc-4George R. R. Martin's a Game of Thrones 4-Book Bundle Read onlineGeorge R. R. Martin's a Game of Thrones 4-Book BundleA Feast for Crows asoiaf-4 Read onlineA Feast for Crows asoiaf-4A Game of Thrones asoiaf-1 Read onlineA Game of Thrones asoiaf-1The Mystery Knight ttodae-3 Read onlineThe Mystery Knight ttodae-3Double Solitaire w-10 Read onlineDouble Solitaire w-10Wild Cards 15 - Black Trump Read onlineWild Cards 15 - Black TrumpA Storm of Swords asoiaf-3 Read onlineA Storm of Swords asoiaf-3The Hedge Knight ttodae-1 Read onlineThe Hedge Knight ttodae-1Dreamsongs 2-Book Bundle Read onlineDreamsongs 2-Book BundleThe World of Ice & Fire Read onlineThe World of Ice & FireStarlady & Fast-Friend Read onlineStarlady & Fast-FriendOld Mars Read onlineOld MarsFantasy For Good: A Charitable Anthology Read onlineFantasy For Good: A Charitable AnthologyWild Cards V Read onlineWild Cards VA Dance with Dragons asoiaf-5 Read onlineA Dance with Dragons asoiaf-5Dealer's Choice w-11 Read onlineDealer's Choice w-11The Book of Magic Read onlineThe Book of MagicA Game of Thrones 4-Book Bundle Read onlineA Game of Thrones 4-Book BundleTexas Hold 'Em Read onlineTexas Hold 'EmWildcards wc-1 Read onlineWildcards wc-1Rogues Read onlineRoguesOld Venus Read onlineOld Venus