Bran has a list in his head of things the White Rider has done. It is not short.
At the top of the list, and again at the bottom, Bran thinks of Guinevere, alone with an infant in Owen Davies' cottage when Caradog Prichard came to the door. Once he dreamed of her with her black hair blown in knots and her gown falling off of her shoulder.
Guinevere has gone on to the silver-circled castle at the back of the North Wind. She does not need Bran to avenge her now.
Bran wraps his right hand around Caliburn's hilt. His palm burns. He lets go of the sword.
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Date: 2006-06-20 05:06 am (UTC)At the top of the list, and again at the bottom, Bran thinks of Guinevere, alone with an infant in Owen Davies' cottage when Caradog Prichard came to the door. Once he dreamed of her with her black hair blown in knots and her gown falling off of her shoulder.
Guinevere has gone on to the silver-circled castle at the back of the North Wind. She does not need Bran to avenge her now.
Bran wraps his right hand around Caliburn's hilt. His palm burns. He lets go of the sword.
"No."