“Aye, and strike somewhere else. The Others take all such cowards. They would never dare, no more than the Bastard of Bolton, if our main strength were not a thousand leagues south.” Ser Rodrik looked at Bran. “What else did the lad tell you?”  “He said the water would flow over our walls. He saw Alebelly drowned, and Mikken and Septon Chayle too.”  Ser Rodrik frowned. “Well, should it happen that I need to ride against these raiders myself, I shan’t take Alebelly, then. He didn’t see me drowned, did he? No? Good.”  It heartened Bran to hear that. Maybe they won’t drown, then, he thought. If they stay away from the sea.  Meera thought so too, later that night when she and Jojen met Bran in his room to play a three-sided game of tiles, but her brother shook his head. “The things I see in green dreams can’t be changed.”  That made his sister angry. “Why would the gods send a warning if we can’t heed it and change what’s to come?”  “I don’t know,” Jojen said sadly.  “If you were Alebelly, you’d probably jump into the well to have done with it! He should fight, and Bran should too.”  “Me?” Bran felt suddenly afraid. “What should I fight? Am I going to drown too?”  Meera looked at him guil............