It's the horse he recognises--Bran knows what mischief the island is pulling, but hasn't found everyone he knows yet. Guenever looks very different, though he would not have guessed in any case how she should have looked.
But her scent is the same, and Cafall knows it, trotting purposefully toward her--him--and pausing but once to look over his shoulder at Bran as if to say, You come now.
But her scent is the same, and Cafall knows it, trotting purposefully toward her--him--and pausing but once to look over his shoulder at Bran as if to say, You come now.
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"I feel no pain, dearest heart," she whispered to him.
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