“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 you 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
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