Bran is falling in darkness. A voice tells him to fly, but he does not know how. The speaker is a crow who lands on his shoulder and exhorts him to fly. He looks down. He sees all of Winterfell, Maester Luwin looking at the stars, Hodor carrying an anvil, Robb practicing with a real sword. The weirwood at Winterfell turns its eyes to look at him knowingly. He sees Catelyn and Ser Rodrik on a galley with a knife; he sees Eddard plead with Robert while Sansa cries and Arya holds her secrets; over them all are two shadows, one dark as ash with the face of a hound and the other armored like the sun, golden and beautiful.¹ Over both looms a giant of stone with blood pouring out of his visor.² He looks across the Free Cities and the Dothraki Sea to Vaes Dothrak, and beyond to the Jade Sea to Asshai, where dragons stirred.³ Finally, he looks north and beholds the Wall and Jon and beyond that in the heart of winter something so terrible that it makes him cry. The crow tells him this is why he must live, because winter is coming. He notices that the crow has three eyes. The three-eyed crow pecks at his forehead.⁴ The ground rushes up to meet him, but he flies at the last second. He awakes in his room in Winterfell. A servingwoman runs off to tell everyone that he is awake. He sees his direwolf atop him and is comforted by his warmth. By the time Robb gets to the room, he has decided to name the direwolf Summer.