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“It was like this,” he thought⁠—“like this, or worse,

For him that I found bleeding in the wood⁠ ⁠…

Blessings upon him⁠ ⁠… there I learned the curse

That rests on Dymer’s name, and truth was good.

He has forgotten now the fire and blood,

He has forgotten that there was a man

Called Dymer. He knows not himself nor Bran.