The sun was nearly overhead when Jory Cassell took him to Lord Stark's solar. The two towers near the great main gate were well maintained but there were a dozen smaller ones, still useful in war, and he laboriously checked the granite and stonework of the inner walls. Jon was tasked with inspecting the towers to ensure that the watch turrets on the inner walls were clean of crows and ravens. Arya had lessons with Septa Mordane on needlework and embroidery, although she often hid instead. Robb sat with Lord Stark to hear news delivered by merchants from White Harbor. He would have loved nothing more than to spend the day with his trueborn sister and brother, but they all had duties. She then embraced him and asked if they could practice archery. Arya had woken him up with a full mug of icy water, dumped on his head. At breakfast, Robb gave him a small banner emblazoned with the sigil of a dire wolf, the teeth ready to pounce. Arya and Robb remembered but no one else. Even had they known of his name day, fear of his good mother would have stopped that. No servants turned to pat him on the cheek or rub his hair. He walked the Halls of Winterfell like a ghost on his twelfth name day.
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