Hi guys,
I'm new here and my first post couldn't be something else but one of the pages which make me to love those books.
Actually, this scene isn't something really special but I really liked the figure of Liddle because is a character completely different than the ones we've met in the wild Westeros. I mean where again we saw someone so discreet, who wants only to help and who leaves oatcakes to the foreigners while they are sleeping?
The normal would be to stab them...
Also, the scene in the warm cave on the mountains, around the fire during a rainy night, is very atmospheric imo
and Hodor adds some mystery with his answer in the end...
"When there was a Stark in Winterfell, a maiden girl could walk the kingsroad in her name-day gown and still go unmolested, and travelers could find fire, bread, and salt at many an inn and holdfast. But the nights are colder now, and doors are closed. There's squids in the wolfswood, and flayed men ride the kingsroad asking after strangers."
The Reeds exchanged a look. "Flayed men?" said Jojen.
"The *******'s boys, aye. He was dead, but now he's not. And paying good silver for wolfskins, a man hears, and maybe gold for word of certain other walking dead." He looked at Bran when he said that, and at Summer stretched out beside him. "As to that Wall," the man went on, "it's not a place that I'd be going. The Old Bear took the Watch into the haunted woods, and all that come back was his ravens, with hardly a message between them. Dark wings, dark words, me mother used to say, but when the birds fly silent, seems to me that's even darker." He poked at the fire with his stick. "It was different when there was a Stark in Winterfell. But the old wolf's dead and young one's gone south to play the game of thrones, and all that's left us is the ghosts."
"The wolves will come again," said Jojen solemnly.
"And how would you be knowing, boy?"
"I dreamed it."
"Some nights I dream of me mother that I buried nine years past," the man said, "but when I wake, she's not come back to us."
"There are dreams and dreams, my lord."
"Hodor," said Hodor.
