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Path； steps； and door were in a straight line； which made you think the causeway ran straight； but that wasn't so。 Under the lake it zigged and zagged； going a third of a way around the island before jagging back。 The turns were treacherous； and the long path meant that anyone approaching would be exposed to arrow fire from the tower for a long time。 The hidden stones were slimy and slippery too； twice Hodor almost lost his footing and shouted 〃HODOR！〃 in alarm before regaining his balance。 The second time scared Bran badly。 If Hodor fell into the lake with him in his basket； he could well drown； especially if the huge stableboy panicked and forgot that Bran was there； the way he did sometimes。 Maybe we should have stayed at the inn； under the apple tree； he thought； but by then it was too late。
Thankfully there was no third time； and the water never got up past Hodor's waist； though the Reeds were in it up to their chests。 And before long they were on the island； climbing the steps to the holdfast。 The door was still stout； though its heavy oak planks had warped over the years and it could no longer be closed pletely。 Meera shoved it open all the way； the rusted iron hinges screaming。 The lintel was low。 〃Duck down； Hodor；〃 Bran said； and he did； but not enough to keep Bran from hitting his head。 〃That hurt；〃 he plained。
〃Hodor；〃 said Hodor； straightening。
They found themselves in a gloomy strongroom； barely large enough to hold the four of them。 Steps built into the inner wall of the tower curved away upward to their left； downward to their right； behind iron grates。 Bran looked up and saw another grate just above his head。 A murder hole。 He was glad there was no one up there now to pour boiling oil down on them。
The grates were locked； but the iron bars were red with rust。 Hodor grabbed hold of the lefthand door and gave it a pull； grunting with effort。 Nothing happened。 He tried pushing with no more success。 He shook the bars； kicked； shoved against them and rattled them and punched the hinges with a huge hand until the air was filled with flakes of rust； but the iron door would not budge。 The one down to the undervault was no more acmodating。 〃No way in；〃 said Meera； shrugging。
The murder hole was just above Bran's head； as he sat in his basket on Hodor's back。 He reached up and grabbed the bars to give them a try。 When he pulled down the grating came out of the ceiling in a cascade of rust and crumbling stone。 〃HODOR！〃 Hodor shouted。 The heavy iron grate gave Bran another bang in the head； and crashed down near Jojen's feet when he shoved it off of him。 Meera laughed。 〃Look at that； my prince；〃 she said； 〃you're stronger than Hodor。〃 Bran blushed。
With the grate gone； Hodor was able to boost Meera and Jojen up through the gaping murder hole。 The crannogmen took Bran by the arms and drew him up after them。 Getting Hodor inside was the hard part。 He was too heavy for the Reeds to lift the way they'd lifted Bran。 Finally Bran told him to go look for some big rocks。 The island had no lack of those； and Hodor was able to pile them high enough to grab the crumbling edges of the hole and climb through。 〃Hodor； 〃 he panted happily； grinning at all of them。
They found themselves in a maze of small cells； dark and empty； but Meera explored until she found the way back to the steps。 The higher they climbed； the better the light； on the third story the thick outer wall was pierced by arrow slits； the fourth had actual windows； and the fifth and highest was one big round chamber with arched doors on three sides opening onto small stone balconies。 On the fourth side was a privy chamber perched above a sewer chute that dropped straight down into the lake。
By the time they reached the roof the sky was pletely overcast； and the clouds to the west were black。 The wind was blowing so strong it lifted up Bran's cloak and made it flap and snap。 〃Hodor；〃 Hodor said at the noise。
Meera spun in a circle。 〃I feel almost a giant； standing high above the world。〃
〃There are trees in the Neck that stand twice as tall as this；〃 her brother reminded her。
〃Aye； but they have other trees around them just as high；〃 said Meera。 〃The world presses close in the Neck； and the sky is so much smaller。 Here 。 。 。 feel that wind； Brother？ And look how large the world has grown。〃
It was true； you could see a long ways from up here。 To the south the foothills rose； with the mountains grey and green beyond them。 The rolling plains of the New Gift stretched away to all the other directions； as far as the eye could see。 〃I was hoping we could see the Wall from here；〃 said Bran； disappointed。 〃That was stupid； we must still be fifty leagues away。〃 just speaking of it made him feel tired； and cold as well。 〃Jojen； what will we do when we reach the Wall？ My uncle always said how big it was。 Seven hundred feet high； and so thick at the base that the gates are more like tunnels through the ice。 How are we going to get past to find the three…eyed crow？〃
〃There are abandoned castles along the Wall； I've heard；〃 Jojen answered。 〃Fortresses built by the Night's Watch but now left empty。 One of them may give us our way through。〃
The ghost castles； Old Nan had called them。 Maester Luwin had once made Bran learn the names of every one of the forts along the Wall。 That had been hard； there were nineteen of them all told； though no more than seventeen had ever been manned at any one time。 At the feast in honor of King Robert's visit to Winterfell； Bran had recited the names for his uncle Benjen； east to west and then west to east。 Benjen Stark had laughed and said； 〃You know them better than I do； Bran。 Perhaps you should be First Ranger。 I'll stay here in your place。〃 That was before Bran fell； though。 Before he was broken。 By the time he'd woken crippled from his sleep； his uncle had gone back to Castle Black。
〃My uncle said the gates were sealed with ice and stone whenever a castle had to be abandoned；〃 said Bran。
〃Then we'll have to open them again；〃 said Meera。
That made him uneasy。 〃We shouldn't do that。 Bad things might e through from the other side。 We should just go to Castle Black and tell the Lord mander to let us pass。〃
〃Your Grace；〃 said Jojen； 〃we must avoid Castle Black； just as we avoided the kingsroad。 There are hundreds of men there。〃
〃Men of the Night's Watch；〃 said Bran。 〃They say vows； to take no part in wars and stuff。〃
〃Aye；〃 said Jojen； 〃but one man willing to forswear himself would be enough to sell your secret to the ironmen or the Bastard of Bolton。 And we cannot be certain that the Watch would agree to let us pass。 They might decide to hold us or send us back。〃
〃But my father was a friend of the Night's Watch； and my uncle is First Ranger。 He might know where the three…eyed crow lives。 And Jon's at Castle Black too。〃 Bran had been hoping to see Jon again； and their uncle too。 The last black brothers to visit Winterfell said that Benjen Stark had vanished on a ranging； but surely he would have made his way back by now。 〃I bet the Watch would even give us horses；〃 he went on。
〃Quiet。〃 Jojen shaded his eyes with a hand and gazed off toward the setting sun。 〃Look。 There's something 。 。 。 a ride