Content Warnings: Period understanding of neurodivergence
We begin with Bran watching his little brother Rickon running around in the yard below, along with Grey Wind, Shaggydog and Summer - and Bran can't be there. He's on the verge of tears, but wipes them away - after all, he's eight years old; nearly grown-up! Too old to cry!
I honestly can't tell if that's just little kid stuff or Westeros genuinely inculcating the idea that he's 'almost a man grown' at eight, despite the age of majority being 15.
In any case, Bran feels like shit; he can't go outside, he can't walk, and he mutters to himself that the it was just a lie - he can't fly. Old Nan, his wetnurse who's sitting nearby doing her needlework, says that crows are all liars, and she knows a story about a crow. Which is odd, because Bran never actually says it was a crow in his dream.
In any case, Bran says he doesn't want to hear anymore - he hates Old Nan's 'stupid stories'. He used to like them, but now he's stuck with just her for company, all day, and he's just resentful. Old Nan says the stories aren't hers; they just are, before and after both of them. Bran thinks she's a very ugly woman - old enough no-one can remember her age, almost blind, and was the wet nurse for the older brother of either Bran's grandfather or great-grandfather1. She's had sons and daughters, all of whom are either dead or married away, and her only family remaining at the castle is Hodor; a 'simpleminded' giant of a man who works in the sables, but Old Nan just carries on. Speaking of which, Bran says he doesn't care whose stories they are, he hates them - he wants his mother and father, to go outside again, to climb. Old Nan, imperturbable, says she knows a story about a boy who hated stories.
Bran feels like things can never be again how they were, and there's a note of suicidal ideation here. He thinks that the crow tricked him into flying, and when he woke up the world had changed: He couldn't walk, his parents, sisters and Jon had all gone, along with a good portion of the people he knew around the castle. Even Robb and Rickon have changed - Robb's become a young lord, rather than a big brother, and Rickon spends his time with the wolves, or (if Robb's been gone more than a day or so, visiting other lords) asking tearfully if Robb will ever come back.
Old Nan asks whether Bran would like to hear his favourite story; the story of Brandon the Builder, the one credited with building Winterfell, and possibly the Wall. Bran thinks that's not his favourite, but that Old Nan sometimes confuses him with his uncle, Ned's brother Brandon, or maybe another Brandon altogether. Bran says that's not his favourite, that he always liked the scary stories - and Old Nan starts telling a story about the Long Night, when the Others last came - a winter so long that people were born, grew and died in darkness without ever seeing the sun. She tells of the Others - "cold things, dead things, that hated iron and fire and the touch of the sun, and every creature with hot blood in its veins" - commanding armies of the dead and destroying human kingdoms, until finally the 'Last Hero' rose up amongst the First Men and journeyed to find the Children of the Forest to ask for help.
However, she's interrupted before she can finish her story by the arrival of Maester Luwin and Hodor (a young man about seven feet tall, whose actual name is Walder, but the only thing he says is Hodor, so...), to say that Tyrion Lannister and some Night's Watchmen have arrived, and that Bran's to come down to meet them. Hodor picks Bran up and carries him down to the hall, leaving Old Nan behind with her needlework.
Down in the hall, Robb sits in the high seat, wearing armor and with Theon Greyjoy and the head of the guard next to him. Tyrion stands in the center of the hall, along with the Watchmen, and there's a strong sense of animosity in the spacee towards him. Robb says that the Watchmen are welcome to stay - and Tyrion says that he takes from that that he's not so welcome. Robb bristles at Tyrion calling him a 'boy', whereupon Tyrion comments that Jon must have gotten all the courtesy in the family - then, when Bran says Jon's name, Tyrion turns to him, commenting that Starks are hard to kill. Rabb commands Hodor to bring Bran to him, and sets him on the high seat, before saying to Tyrion he said he had business with Bran; tell it.
Tyrion asks Bran how it was that he happened to fall that day, and Bran says he never fell. Maester Luwin comments that Bran doesn't remember the fall, or the climb before it. Tyrion says that's very curious, before offering a gift. He asks Bran if he likes to ride, and Luwin says that Bran has lost the use of his legs. Tyrion says that with the right saddle, even a cripple may ride - which Bran angrily retorts to, saying he's not a cripple. "Then I am not a dwarf; my father will rejoice to hear it," Tyrion replies, before offering a saddle design which, with a horse trained to respond to Bran's voice and the reigns, should allow him to ride. Maester Luwin beats himself up a little for not thinking of the idea, and Tyrion comments that it's similar to the saddles he himself uses. Bran asks if he'll truly be able to ride, and Tyrion says that atop a horse he'll be as tall as anyone. Robb questions why he's doing this - why he should want to help Bran.
"Your brother Jon asked it of me. And I have a tender spot in my heart for cripples and bastards and broken things." Tyrion Lannister placed a hand over his heart and grinned.
A moment later, the door to the yard flies open, and Rickon comes in, along with the direwolves, which start growling and stalking towards Tyrion. Theon comments they don't like Tyrion's smell, and Tyrion starts to make his excuses - when Shaggydog comes up behind him and snaps at him. Summer lunges at him from the other side, and Grey Wind tears at his sleeve. Bran calls for Summer to leave him alone, and Robb and Rickon soon follow, leaving Tyrion unharmed save for a torn sleeve. Robb is a bit shaken, not sure why the wolves did that, and Tyrion says he'll be going. Luwin pulls Robb aside for a moment, and Robb offers Tyrion hospitality a little grudgingly. Tyrion politely says no - he'll find a bed in the town outside the castle, for both their sakes.
With Tyrion gone, Robb offers hospitality to the Night's Watchmen again, and Hodor carries Bran back up to his room. Old Nan is asleep, and Hodor gathers her up to take her back to her own rooms. Left alone with Summer, Bran hugs him and says he can ride now - one day he'll be able to go hunting with Summer in the woods.
Bran falls asleep as well, and dreams he's climbing - up a tower, then through the clouds and the night sky. He looks down, seeing the world spread immeasurably far below, and knows he can't fly. Far above, against the moon, he sees gargoyles, which watch him with red eyes, and tear themselves loose from the stone to pad down towards him. He promises he didn't hear - then wakes up, and sees a shadow looming over him. He promises again - but the shadow is just Hodor, who lights a candle, helps wash and dress him, then carries him down to the hall for dinner. Yoren is sat with him and Robb, and says Jon Snow is "Ser Alliser's bane", a joke which only the Watchmen get - but when Robb asks about Benjen, they deliver the bad news that he's been a long time away, and likely dead.
Robb protests loudly that his uncle isn't dead - and Yoren is unimpressed: "Whatever you say, m'lord." The youngest of the Watchmen says that no-one knows the Haunted Forest better than Benjen - and Bran can't help but think of Old Nan's stories. He blurts out that the children of the forest will help Benjen, and Theon sniggers at him, while Maester Luwin says the children are long-gone. Yoren, though, says that up past the Wall, who can say? You can't always tell what's alive or dead up there.
Later, Robb carries Bran up to bed and tucks him in, telling him that they'll find a horse for Bran. Bran asks if their family is ever coming back, and Robb promises they are - and maybe when Catelyn comes back, they can ride out together to greet her. Then, they'll ride north to the Wall together to see Jon - it'll be an adventure.
"An adventure," Bran repeated wistfully. He heard his brother sob. The room was so dark he could not see the tears on Robb's face, so he reached out and found his hand. Their fingers twined together.
Which is a sweet little note to end the chapter on.
Overall, I'm not sure I have that much to say about this chapter, other than to point out the notable difference in the way Martin seems to treat physical disability (with empathy, and a focus on the ways people can get around it to live their lives, such as Bran's saddle or Tyrion's use of a similar one), and mental disability (wherein Hodor doesn't really have much internality that we get to see, and just kind of gets treated as a kind of human furniture). We do get a little more of a look inside Hodor's head much, much later when Bran literally wargs into him - but that's explicitly something Hodor doesn't like, which Bran ignores, so it's not really a
good instance.
Anyway, next chapter is
Eddard V, in which Ned starts to connect with his inner Sherlock. Or at least his inner Watson.
1: As a side note, having done the math based on the Stark family tree, this suggests Old Nan is
at the very least 91 years old, and that's assuming she was a wet nurse in her teens, which is exceptionally unlikely - she's possibly as much as 140 or so. Which is also very unlikely, but a likely range is somewhere in the 96-115 range, which is still pretty damn impressive.