"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.”
