During his last few days in Winterfell, Mufasa forged a deep friendship with the Stark children.
Even Theon had to admit that Mufasa was the most outstanding person their age they had ever met.
One morning, Mufasa was secretly called away by Jojen Reed.
"Jojen, why are you being so secretive?" Mufasa asked curiously.
Jojen Reed pointed to his greensight.
"Today, King Robert and Eddard Stark have gone out hunting, and Queen Cersei and Ser Jaime have remained in the castle."
"This is Bran's day of destiny. What happens today will determine whether he can become a greenseer—perhaps the last greenseer!" Jojen Reed said with a hint of sadness.
He seemed to be mourning the passing of the previous greenseer.
Hearing his words, Mufasa's heart tightened instantly. Sure enough, that moment had arrived!
Cersei and Jaime would meet in the broken tower, Bran would witness them, and then Jaime, "for love," would push Bran down.
"No, I must stop them!" Mufasa thought to himself.
But how could he stop them?
Mufasa couldn't just run in and expose Jaime and his sister's affair!
Mufasa was suddenly bumped by something and nearly stumbled forward.
He looked back and saw Hrakkar had arrived.
Seeing Hrakkar, Mufasa had a sudden inspiration.
Mufasa decided to push Bran Stark down ahead of time, and then have Hrakkar act as a cushion to catch him.
Mufasa immediately set his plan into motion. He moved through the broken tower, floor by floor, until he reached a gargoyle—Bran Stark's inevitable path.
Mufasa began to wait there patiently.
Sure enough, in less than the time it takes an incense stick to burn, Bran Stark arrived, agilely beginning his climb up the ruined tower.
It was hard to imagine that a seven-year-old child could climb so well. Had his ancient ape bloodline awakened?
Just as Bran Stark was clinging on, a hand suddenly reached out from the gargoyle and pushed him down. Before he could even cry out, Hrakkar caught him.
Bran landed safely on Hrakkar's fluffy mane, making a perfect landing.
After landing, he was stunned for a long time before realizing that he had just fallen from such a great height.
"I didn't die! I'm fine! I'm actually alive, ha ha ha! I really am lucky."
Bran burst out laughing.
Then he saw Mufasa and Jojen Reed standing nearby.
"Huh, when did you two get here? I didn't see you earlier!" Bran asked.
"We didn't see you arrive either, Bran. We just suddenly saw you drop from the sky. It's a good thing Mufasa's Hrakkar caught you," Jojen Reed replied.
"Hrakkar!"
Bran turned and saw a gigantic white lion with two horns lying on the ground.
His own direwolf pup, Summer, looked like a mere ragdoll next to it.
"Bran, what just happened was too dangerous. To make sure Catelyn Tully doesn't find out, let's go play somewhere else!" Mufasa suggested.
"Okay, let's go to the Godswood!"
The three of them arrived at the Godswood, where Hrakkar had left claw marks on the weirwood tree, seemingly declaring the area as his territory to others.
Numerous black ravens perched on the many branching limbs of the weirwood.
They were packed densely, like a black canopy, shading the base of the heart tree as if it were night.
"There seem to be too many ravens today. I wonder why. But I don't think I brought enough corn. I hope it's enough for them to eat."
Bran pulled handfuls of golden corn from his pocket and scattered them into the air, and the ravens scrambled to feed.
"Caw! Caw!" They flapped their black wings, seemingly forming a vast black net.
Mufasa suddenly felt that something was wrong; one particular raven gave him a special feeling.
Following the feeling, Mufasa looked over and saw a Three-Eyed Raven.
Meeting its gaze, Mufasa felt like his head was about to explode.
His consciousness seemed to enter a world of ice and snow. Mufasa felt that place was colder than the North—it must be beyond the Wall.
Next, he saw a towering weirwood tree that reached into the clouds, larger than the heart tree in Winterfell.
At the base of the tree roots was a hollow large enough for a person to pass through.
The passage inside the hollow was winding, long, convoluted, and full of forks.
Mufasa finally saw an old man, already half buried in the earth, wrapped in roots, as if he were being parasitized, or perhaps he himself had become the weirwood tree.
"Mufasa!"
The old man opened his eyes—they were purple, revealing centuries of vicissitude.
Mufasa heard him call his name, trembled, and his consciousness returned to his body.
Looking up again, all the ravens were gone.
Bran and Jojen Reed seemed to be frozen. Mufasa called out to them.
"Bran! Jojen!"
The two of them finally snapped out of it.
"Huh, where are the ravens? I brought corn to feed them! Why is my corn gone?" Bran checked his pockets but couldn't find a single kernel.
"You already fed them just now. They ate their fill, which is why they left," Mufasa said.
"Did I? I don't seem to remember!" Bran patted his face.
The group then left the Godswood together. After they departed, the last raven remained perched on the heart tree, watching them with its third eye.
When Mufasa and the others arrived in the Great Hall of Winterfell, they saw Jon Snow running out, his face flushed.
Mufasa grabbed him immediately.
"Jon, what's wrong?"
"N-nothing!" Jon Snow seemed reluctant to speak. He tried to break free from Mufasa's grasp but couldn't.
"Let me go. I need to be alone to calm down!" Jon Snow said.
"Perhaps what you need is someone to talk to! How about me?" Mufasa volunteered.
"Alright! Mufasa, come with me!"
Jon Snow led Mufasa to a quiet corner of Winterfell where few people passed—a good place for a private conversation.
"Now, can you tell me what happened?" Mufasa asked, leaning against the castle wall.
"Just now, I saw Ygritte. She told Sansa and the others that she was going to sleep with me tonight. I was terrified, so I ran away," Jon Snow confessed after checking that no one was around.
"Ah, she hasn't slept with you yet? It's been so many days!" Mufasa said, sounding a little surprised.
Logically, Wildlings were usually quick to act, but Ygritte's reaction this time was too slow.
"What do you think I should do, Mufasa? If she finds out I'm a virgin, will I be mocked? I heard the Wildlings are very open!" Jon Snow asked.
"Wildlings are open and primal. If you want to conquer Ygritte, this is what you should do..." Mufasa began to offer him advice.
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