Bran is beginning to understand the Summer Country when it speaks to him, although its voice blurs, grows staticky, comes in and out like a weak radio signal.

Intruder, the land whispers; static buzzes for a moment. Of the Wild. Look: Bran sees, in his mind, a black bird, winging its way into the castle walls.

Bran exhales. "I think it is all right, but I had better check." He hurries from Arthur's office, running down a hallway, up a staircase, and down another hallway, towards the place the kingdom has shown him. Men and women turn to watch after him as he passes.