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 , 20 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 gather and his brothers to see the king;s justice done , it wsa the nith 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 wilding his sword sworn to Mance the King beyond-the wall it made Brans skin prickle to think of it , he remenbered the hearth tales old Nan told them , the wlding were cruel men, she said , slavers and slayers and thieves they consorted with giants and ghouls, stole girl chidren in the dead of night , and drank blood from polished horns, and thir women lay with the others in the Long Night to sire terrible half human children but the man the found bound hand and foot to the holdfast wall awautubg the kings justice was old and scrawny, not much taller than robbm he had lost both ears and a finger to frostbite and he fressed all in black the same as a brether of the Nights Watfch except that his fur wre ragged and greasy the breath of man and horse mingled straming in the cold morning air as his lord father had the man cut down from the wall and fragged before them robb and Jon sat tall and still on their horses with Bran betwwen them on his pony,trying to seem older than seven,trying to pretend that he seen all this before, a faint wind blew throught the holdfast gatem over theire heads flapped the banner of the Starks of Winterfell , a grey firewolf racing across an ice white firld Brans father sat solemnly in this horse long brown hair stirring in the wind His closelu trimmed beard was shot with white making him look older than his 35 years he had a grim cast to his rey eys this day m and he seemed not at all the man who would sit before the fire in the evening and talk softluy ogf the age if heroes and the children of the forest he had en off gfather 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 mommand and 2 of his gurds men 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 acreoss as a mans hand and taller even than robb the blade was valyruan steek soekk firged and dark as smoke nothing held an edge it , ass jon muttered low enough s     it seemed colder on the long ride back to winterfell , though the wind had dired by then and the sun was higher in the sky bran rode with his brethers well ahead of the main party .the deserter dued bravely robb said he was big　so, deep in thought was he that he never heard the rest of the party until his father moved up to dide beside him are you well bran he asked not unkindly yes　father, bran told him he looked up warpperd in his furs and leathers mounted on his great warhorse his lord father looked overhim like a giant robb says the man died bravely but Jon says he was afraid what do you think