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The
massive
heirship
controversy
was
finally
resolved.

Will
accepted
it,
albeit
with...
Mal
sat
on
the
second
floor
bed.

He
had
been
planning
to
go
to
the
third
floor,
but
he
didn’t
think
he
could
handle
another...
In
fact,
he
was
going
to
die
one
of
these
days,
wasn’t
he?

It
wasn’t
as
if
Mal
had
never
thought
about
it.

It
had
crosse...
“Hey,
Mal,”
Chris
said.

“I
was
wondering
if
you
were
up
for
a
game—are
you
feeling
all
right?”

“What
if
I’m
dying?”
Mal
asked.


Her
first
ins<nct
was
to
tell
him
that
he
couldn’t
die
yet.

They
were
supposed
to
die
to...
Mal
went
on
to
play
mahjong
that
day,
and
he
took
care
of
himself
as
well
as
he
could.

But
as
<me
went
by,
his
good
days
...
He
didn’t
want
everything
to
end,
even
if
it
would
mean
that
there
would
be
no
more
pain.

Even
without
adventures
to
go
o...
“Hey,
Mal!”

Brandon
burst
into
the
room
with
a
finger‐gun,
probably
on
his
way
to
the
bathroom.

“What’s
going
on?

Why
ar...
“Can
you
call
the
kids
at
Oldtown?”
Mal
asked.



Brandon
shook
his
head.

“The
phones
won’t
be
up
again
for
another
week
...
“No,
no.

You’re
not
dying.

You’re
my
liCle
brother.

I’m
the
one
who’s
supposed
to
have
one
foot
in
the
grave.

I’m
the
...
Brandon
walked
around
to
the
other
side
of
the
bed.

“Then
I
don’t
know
what
comes
next,”
he
said,
moving
the
pillows
to
s...
“I
didn’t
do
right
by
him.”

Mal
looked
off
into
the
distance.

“I
might
not
have
told
him
that
he
had
to
marry
Jan,
but
I
...
Brandon
didn’t
know
what
to
say.

“It
was
a
good
idea,”
he
said.

“Jan’s
been
at
the
books
a
lot.

I
think
she
has
a
break...
“Things
were
going
so
well,”
Mal
con<nued.

“But
I
can’t
help
but
feel
like
I
mucked
it
all
up
in
the
end.

You
don’t
feel...
“I
don’t
regret
it,”
Brandon
said.

“I’ve
thought
about
how
things
might
be
different.

I
like
kids
a
lot
more
than
I
thoug...
“Now
let’s
go
live
what
parts
of
our
lives
are
leM.”

And
they
did
as
Mal
danced
with
Chris
in
the
newly
redecorated
second
floor
bedroom.


Don’t
you
worry,
there,
my
honey

We...
Maybe
I
think
you’re
cute
and
funny

Maybe
I
want
to
do
what
bunnies
do
with
you

If
you
know
what
I
mean

Oh
let’s
get
rich
and
buy
our
parents
homes
in
the
south
of
France

Let’s
get
rich
and
give
everybody
nice
sweaters

And
t...
Well
you
might
be
a
bit
confused

And
you
might
be
a
liDle
bit
bruised

But
baby,
how
we
spoon
like
no
one
else

So
I
will
help
you
read
those
books

If
you
will
soothe
my
worried
looks

And
we
will
put
the
lonesome
on
the
shelf

Oh
let’s
get
rich
and
buy
our
parents
homes
in
the
south
of
France

Let’s
get
rich
and
give
everybody
nice
sweaters

And
t...
Once
they
got
outside,
Mal
promptly
started
a
fight
with
Julian.

A
pillow
fight,
that
is.


“I
hope
you’re
going
to
be
happ...
The
pillow
fight
seemed
to
take
Mal’s
mind
off
his
fate
for
a
while.

AMer
that,
it
was
<me
for
last‐minute
goodbyes
as
six
o’clock
approached.

But
<me
kept
going
on,
and
soon
a
wind
even
colder
than
usual
blew
onto
the
grounds.

“It
is
<me,”
Mal
whispered,
closing
his
eyes.

“I
didn’t
want
to
think
about
it
too
much,
but
I
couldn’t
help
it.”

Unwilling
to
put
up
a
fight,
he
took
the
drink
that
Death
offered
him
(it
didn’t
look
or
taste
like
anything
he’d
ever
seen)...
Chris
took
it
especially
badly.

She
had
never
expected
to
love
Mal
as
much
as
she
did,
and
they
had
always
thought
they
w...
But
it
wasn’t
easy
on
anyone.

Brandon
summed
up
everyone’s
feelings
in
a
speech
delivered
with
characteris<c
vigor:


“YOU
WEREN’T
SUPPOSED
TO
DIE
THIS
...
Julian
kept
it
simple
and
honest:


“On
some
level,
we
never
really
understood
each
other,
but
you
were
s<ll
my
brother.

...
And
Chris
spoke
last:


“You
were
a
great
father,
despite
your
concerns,
and
you
were
a
wonderful
husband.

I’ll
miss
you,...
And
then,
as
Brandon
had
said,
they
all
tried
to
go
on.

It
was
the
middle
of
the
night
when
Will,
Arthur,
and
Sabriel
got
back
to
Oldtown.


“Nice
place,”
Sabriel
said
with
point...
The
news
of
Mal’s
death
had
reached
them
on
their
way.

The
money
he
had
leM
to
them
had
reached
them
too:
twenty
thousand...
“I’m
really
glad
you’re
here,”
Will
said,
hugging
Sabriel.


“What’s
this
about?”
she
asked,
trying
not
to
squirm.



“Wha...
It’s
not
that
simple,
she
wanted
to
scream.

How
could
it
be,
when
every
last
thing
Will
did—almost
every
last
thing
he
di...
“What?

I’m
not
important
to
you?”

Arthur
asked,
whacking
Will
with
a
pillow.


“Hey!

Of
course
you
are!”


“Good!

Beca...
“So
are
you
going
to
stop
chasing
me
with
the
pillow
now?”


“Nope.”

So
they
went
on,
too.

Arthur
proved
to
be
remarkably
hard‐working,
geQng
a
head
start
on
his
term
paper.

He
was
preCy
su...
But
Sabriel
couldn’t
focus
on
her
homework.

It
was
too
stupid
for
words,
so
she
wasn’t
going
to
write
any.

She
went
outside
to
cry,
where
there
was
less
of
a
chance
that
Will
and
Arthur
would
be
watching.



Nothing
good
was
goin...
Enough
of
this.

Sabriel
had
to
do
something
that
wasn’t
weeping
into
her
gloves.

She
s<ll
wanted
to
say
something
to
her...
“So
that’s
why
you
suddenly
decided
to
study
economics,”
Arthur
said,
lowering
his
pillow
for
a
minute.

“I
thought
you
we...
“Nope.

Well,
the
numbers
are
boring
as
crazy,
but
if
I’m
going
to
set
up
any
kind
of
housing
empire,
I
need
to
either
figu...
Having
his
own
life
was
something
Arthur
had
barely
thought
about.

He
had
known
he
didn’t
want
to
be
the
heir,
but
he
had...
“What
are
the
chances
of
that?”


“Right
now?

Not
very
high.”


Will
squinted
at
the
diagram.
He
wanted
to
throw
the
book
across
the
room,
but
he
needed
to
understand
this.
Why
did
this
...
As
Will
put
his
book
back
on
the
shelf,
it
hit
him
again.

His
life
wasn’t
just
about
trying
to
puzzle
out
words
on
a
page...
But
no
maCer
how
much
Will
cried,
no
voice
from
the
skies
came
down
to
tell
him
everything
was
going
to
be
fine.

He
stoppe...
Things
were
geQng
beCer
already,
aMer
all.

He
wasn’t
alone,
and
he
wasn’t
struggling
to
survive.

Maybe
everything
would
...
“Why
are
you
wri<ng
your
term
paper
this
early
in
the
semester?”

the
llama
asked
Arthur.


“Why
are
you
studying
this
ear...
“Yeah,
but
you’re
Pleasure,”
Sabriel
answered.

“You’re
supposed
to
be
procras<na<ng.

Unlike
me.

I’m
just
reading
a
crap...
“Somehow,
I
don’t
think
Will’s
had
<me
to
keep
a
diary
of
roman<c
conquests,”
Arthur
said,
looking
down
at
the
keyboard.

...
“I
won’t.”

Sabriel
looked
down
at
the
book
again
and
stared.

“That
shouldn’t
be
anatomically
possible.”


“How
do
you
kn...
While
they
laughed
downstairs,
Will
sat
at
the
chessboard.

Instead
of
moving
any
of
the
pieces,
though,
he
stared
at
the
...
It
didn’t
maCer
that
it
was
dark
and
the
type
was
<ny.

He
had
to
find
what
he
was
looking
for
before
he
went
to
sleep.


“I’m
so
glad
we
got
to
go
to
college,”
Sabriel
was
telling
Will.

“I
wasn’t
looking
forward
to
a
breakdown.”


“Me
too,”
W...
Sabriel
stared
at
him.

“Have
you
forgoCen
your
shirt?”


“The
only
pair
of
pajamas
I
could
find
was
missing
one,”
Arthur
e...
Will
looked
at
Sabriel
for
a
second
before
he
realized
what
she
was
talking
about.

He
hadn’t
known
Arthur
liked
guys,
but...
Arthurl
interrupted
his
train
of
thought:
“Did
you
stay
up
all
night
studying
or
something?”

“What?

No.

Not
studying
for
class.

It’s
kind
of
a
side
project.”

Maybe
he
wouldn’t
have
to
miss
out
on
their
lives,
if...
“Oh?

You
weren’t
planning
on
keeping
this
a
secret
from
us,
were
you?”


“Well,
I
wanted
to
know
if
it
had
a
chance
of
wo...
“It’s
less
about
arm
twis<ng
than
about
science.”

Will
explained
what
he
had
found
about
the
phones.

“I’m
going
to
have
...
He
wasn’t
sure
what
kind
of
reac<on
to
expect
from
Sabriel,
but
she
smiled.

“Nice.

I
was
star<ng
to
wonder
if
you’d
come...
“And
you
know
I’m
planning
to
bring
back
par<es,”
Arthur
said.

“It’s
going
to
be
a
lot
easier
to
have
them
if
we
can
call...
Sabriel
laughed.

“No
kidding.

Here’s
to
having
plans
for
the
future.”

Sabriel
approached
Will
as
he
leM
for
class.

She
hated
having
to
say
this,
but
it
was
beCer
than
not
speaking
up
at
all.
...
“With
what’s
going
on,”
she
said.

“Like
the
conversa<on
we
had
this
morning
about
what
we’re
going
to
do
for
the
family.
...
“Thanks.”


Sabriel
watched
him
leave
for
class,
her
face
almost
expressionless.

It
would
be
beCer
for
everyone
if
she
ac...
BriCany
had
spent
most
of
the
day
alterna<ng
between
ea<ng
everything
she
could
get
her
hands
on
and
throwing
it
all
up.

So
it
wasn’t
much
of
a
surprise
when
she
found
out
that
she
was
pregnant,
though
it
s<ll
made
her
happy.

“But…how
can
you
be
pregnant?”

“Well,
when
two
people
love
each
other
very
much…”

“Very
funny.

But
how
am
I
supposed
to
be
a
dad
at
this
age?

How
am
I
supposed
to
be
a
dad
if
I
can’t
get
out
of
the
hous...
Clearly,
that
made
two
of
them.

“I
don’t
know.

But
at
least
you’ve
been
around
babies
before,
and
it’s
not
like
this
kid...
“Great.”

Julian
was
really
star<ng
to
hate
the
idea
of
this
marriage.

Julian
held
the
phone
as
far
away
from
him
as
he
could
before
puQng
it
back.

A
father.

Holy
Plumbbob
on
a
cracker.

He
t...
Brandon
had
been
staring
at
the
typed
words
“The
Last
Will
and
Testament
of
Brandon
Stark”
for
the
last
half
hour.

It
was...
“I
know,”
he
said
to
no
one.

He’d
try
to
get
in
touch
with
Will.

His
nephew
might
s<ll
be
at
college,
but
he
was
going
t...
Apparently,
luck
was
with
him.

The
phone
rang
that
night.


“Hello?”

“Uncle
Brandon!

What’s
going
on?

How’s
everyone
doing?

We
would
have
called
earlier,
but…you
know…”
Sabriel
trailed
off....
Brandon
sighed.

“I
don’t
know.

I
keep
saying
over
and
over
again
that
this
wasn’t
supposed
to
happen.

Your
mom
and
your...
“Who
is
it?”

Will
asked.


“Uncle
Brandon.

Things
sounds
really
bad
back
home,
Will.”

“Is
that
Will?”


“Of
course.

Who
else
would
it
be?”


“Well,
it
could
have
been
Arthur.

Their
voices
sound
a
lot
alike,...
Of
course
he
did.

“Why
don’t
you
just
come
over
here?”
Sabriel
asked.

“We
all
want
to
see
you.”

Besides,
she
didn’t
wan...
“Great.”

Brandon
wasn’t
sure
if
he’d
be
able
to
travel
very
well,
but
the
morbid
thought
had
crossed
his
mind
that
he
mig...
When
Brandon
arrived
at
the
house,
he
saw
Will
with
a
bruneCe
who
looked
like
she
was
swooning
over
him.

What
in
the
worl...
Will
leaned
closer
to
De.

“Thanks
for
coming
all
the
way
out
here,”
he
said.

“I
was
hoping
I’d
get
to
see
you
again.”



“It’s
no
trouble,”
De
answered.

She
found
herself
thinking
about
how
she
did
like
redheaded
guys.

“I’m
glad
I
get
to
see...
No
good
could
possibly
come
of
this.

Will
had
already
agreed
to
marry
someone
else.

What
was
he
thinking?

Was
he
thinki...
But
Will
finally
seemed
to
realize
he
was
there
and
came
over
to
greet
him.

“Come
on,”
Brandon
said,
reaching
out
to
Will.

“Give
your
old
uncle
a
hug.”

Brandon
looked
at
Will,
then
at
the
woman,
then
back
at
Will.

He’d
say
something
when
they
were
inside.

Arthur
pulled
in
a
chair
from
the
study
so
that
all
four
of
them
could
sit
around
the
small
table
in
the
kitchen.

“I
have
a
problem,”
Brandon
explained.

“I’ve
been
looking
for
a
successor
as
the
Law.

That’s
not
something
that
most
of
...
“She
got
fired.

I
s<ll
want
to
yell
at
someone
to
reinstate
her,
but
she
says
that
it’s
not
right
if
she
doesn’t
follow
th...
“There
isn’t
anyone
in
your
organiza<on
who
can
help?”

Will
asked.


“I’ve
thought
about
it.

But
I
don’t
trust
most
of
t...
“Yes,
you.

You’re
the
man
in
charge
now,
and
the
three
of
you
are
the
ones
who’ll
have
to
live
with
whatever
I
decide
to
...
Will
had
been
about
to
say
“the
one
who
knows
the
most
about
what’s
going
on,”
but
apparently
that
wasn’t
the
kind
of
ques...
Sabriel
watched
Will.

Come
on,
she
thought.

Do
the
right
thing.

She
knew
what
she
would
do
in
this
situa<on,
but
would
...
“It
should
be
one
of
us,”
Will
finally
said.

“Trus<ng
us
isn’t
a
problem.

But
I
think
being
the
heir
and
bringing
the
pho...
“Two
main
things,”
Brandon
explained.

“I’m
the
chief
judge.

There
are
other
judges
in
Winterfell,
but
I
hear
appeals
fro...
Will
looked
at
Arthur
and
Sabriel
again.

He
had
been
about
to
say
that
Sabriel
should
do
it.

Since
she
had
wanted
to
be
...
“Both
of
you
should
do
it,”
Will
said
to
Arthur
and
Sabriel.




“What?”
they
both
asked,
one
a
few
seconds
aMer
the
other...
Sabriel
grinned.

“Sweet.”


“You’re
happy
with
this?”
he
asked.

“You’re
not
going
to
try
to
kill
me
just
because
I
didn’...
“At
first,
I
didn’t
want
any
part
of
it,”
Arthur
said.

“Kind
of
like
being
heir.

But
as
you
talked
about
what
you
do,
Unc...
“Uncle
Brandon?”

Will
asked,
turning
back
to
look
at
him.

It
seemed
like
this
was
too
good
of
a
solu<on,
and
Uncle
Brand...
Will
had
to
study
aMer
that,
but
Arthur
and
Sabriel
stayed
to
talk
to
Brandon
about
their
new
role.


“Don’t
just
rely
on
...
As
they
discussed
what
they
might
do,
Brandon
grew
more
certain
that
he
was
leaving
his
task
in
good
hands.

And
aMer
that,
all
too
aware
of
what
had
happened
to
his
brother,
Brandon
said
goodbye
to
his
successors.

Before
he
went,
though,
he
had
to
ask
Will
what
he
was
doing
flir<ng
with
someone
who
wasn’t
Jan.

“I
know,
I
know,”
Will
said.

“It
was
nothing.

I
was
just…”
He
didn’t
want
it
to
be
nothing.

He
tried
to
stop
thinking
a...
Brandon
nodded.

“I
know
you’re
going
to
do
a
good
job,”
he
said.

“I
knew
it
before
tonight,
and
I’m
even
more
sure
of
it...
“Thanks.”

Will
swallowed.

“I
will.

Everything’s
going
to
keep
geQng
beCer.

You’ll
see.”

“I
hope
I
do.”

Brandon
hugged
Will.

Neither
one
no<ced
that
someone
had
been
watching
them.

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I
may
have
gone
a
liCle
overboard
saying
goodbye
to
Mal,
but
if
anyone’s
worth
it,
he
is.

He’s
the
one
who
took
me
from
j...
Next
<me
on
An
Apocalypse
of
Ice:


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skilling,
and
skilling

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Who’s
that
guy
watching
Brandon
and
Will?

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dress
doesn’t
have
a
pregnancy
morph!

No
wonder
you
filmed
me
from
the
neck
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  1. 1. Previously
on
An
Apocalypse
of
Ice:
 The
massive
heirship
controversy
was
finally
resolved.

Will
accepted
it,
albeit
with
reserva<ons
along
the
lines
of
marrying
his
 uncle’s
girlfriend
being
totally
weird.

Jan
also
accepted,
albeit
with
similar
reserva<ons,
in
addi<on
to
a
broken
heart.

This
is
 because
Julian
was
already
engaged
to
marry
BriCany.

You
don’t
even
have
to
ask
whether
this
is
an
apocalypse
family
or
a
soap
 opera.
 In
addi<on,
Brandon
got
some
bad
news:
Lily,
who
he
had
planned
to
succeed
him
as
Law
of
Winterfell,
had
been
fired
and
was
 ineligible
for
the
posi<on.

Unfortunately,
he
didn’t
have
a
backup,
leaving
him
scrambling
for
who
should
be
next.
 Finally,
Arthur
and
Sabriel
headed
off
to
college.

Arthur
got
his
first
kiss,
which
made
him
preCy
happy,
but
Sabriel
was
not
in
a
 good
place
aMer
losing
out
on
the
heirship
and
being
demoted.

  2. 2. Mal
sat
on
the
second
floor
bed.

He
had
been
planning
to
go
to
the
third
floor,
but
he
didn’t
think
he
could
handle
another
flight
 of
stairs.
 It
had
been
geQng
harder
and
harder
to
go
out
to
work.

Being
an
elderly
adventurer
commanded
some
respect—aMer
all,
you
 had
lived
that
long—but
Mal
wasn’t
up
for
crossing
rope
bridges
that
unraveled
once
you
were
halfway
across
a
chasm
anymore,
 and
he
would
probably
have
to
admit
that
sooner
or
later.

  3. 3. In
fact,
he
was
going
to
die
one
of
these
days,
wasn’t
he?

It
wasn’t
as
if
Mal
had
never
thought
about
it.

It
had
crossed
his
mind
 not
long
aMer
becoming
an
elder.

But
he
had
never
thought
about
it
seriously.

  4. 4. “Hey,
Mal,”
Chris
said.

“I
was
wondering
if
you
were
up
for
a
game—are
you
feeling
all
right?”

  5. 5. “What
if
I’m
dying?”
Mal
asked.
 Her
first
ins<nct
was
to
tell
him
that
he
couldn’t
die
yet.

They
were
supposed
to
die
together,
and
even
though
she
was
slowing
 down,
she
was
s<ll
in
good
health.

Chris
didn’t
want
to
be
the
one
who
survived
him.

But
she
squeezed
his
hand
and
said,
“Then
 we’ll
spend
as
much
<me
together
as
we
can.

Whether
you
are
or
not.”

  6. 6. Mal
went
on
to
play
mahjong
that
day,
and
he
took
care
of
himself
as
well
as
he
could.

But
as
<me
went
by,
his
good
days
grew
 fewer
and
farther
between.

One
morning,
he
could
barely
shower
and
put
his
suit
on
before
he
had
to
go
back
to
bed.

Mal
had
 had
other
days
like
this,
but
today,
he
didn’t
think
he
could
even
take
a
couple
of
pain
pills
and
go
adventuring.

The
job
he
had
 dreamed
about
having
since
he
was
a
liCle
boy
was
over.

Maybe
everything
would
be
over
soon.

  7. 7. He
didn’t
want
everything
to
end,
even
if
it
would
mean
that
there
would
be
no
more
pain.

Even
without
adventures
to
go
on,
 Mal
had
his
family.

Jan
had
just
joined
the
family,
and
Will
was
about
to
come
back
from
college.

It
wouldn’t
be
long
before
his
 kids
started
on
their
great
works,
and
maybe
he
would
have
a
grandchild
soon.

But
would
he
live
that
long?


  8. 8. “Hey,
Mal!”

Brandon
burst
into
the
room
with
a
finger‐gun,
probably
on
his
way
to
the
bathroom.

“What’s
going
on?

Why
are
 you
just
siQng
here?”

  9. 9. “Can
you
call
the
kids
at
Oldtown?”
Mal
asked.

 Brandon
shook
his
head.

“The
phones
won’t
be
up
again
for
another
week
or
so,
if
they’ve
made
it
back
to
college
from
here
yet.

 What’s
wrong?”
 “Of
course,”
he
said,
not
looking
at
Brandon.

“I
couldn’t
be
there
when
Mom
died,
and
now
the
kids
can’t
be
here
when
I—”

  10. 10. “No,
no.

You’re
not
dying.

You’re
my
liCle
brother.

I’m
the
one
who’s
supposed
to
have
one
foot
in
the
grave.

I’m
the
one
with
 the
bad
eyesight
who
can’t
remember
my
teen
birthday.”

 “But
what
if
I
am?”

  11. 11. Brandon
walked
around
to
the
other
side
of
the
bed.

“Then
I
don’t
know
what
comes
next,”
he
said,
moving
the
pillows
to
sit
 beside
Mal.

“None
of
us
do.

I
hope
it’s
good,
but
I
can’t
pretend
to
have
any
kind
of
special
knowledge
of
what’s
on
the
other
 side.

But
I
can
tell
you
what’s
going
to
happen
here.

We’ll
miss
you
a
lot,
but
we’ll
go
on,
like
we
did
when
Dad
and
Mom
died.

 Will’s
going
to
come
back
and
take
over.

But
if
you
die
before
he
comes
back,
then
the
rest
of
us
will
run
things
as
well
as
we
can.”

  12. 12. “I
didn’t
do
right
by
him.”

Mal
looked
off
into
the
distance.

“I
might
not
have
told
him
that
he
had
to
marry
Jan,
but
I
forced
him
 into
it
all
the
same.

I
shouldn’t
have
done
that.”

  13. 13. Brandon
didn’t
know
what
to
say.

“It
was
a
good
idea,”
he
said.

“Jan’s
been
at
the
books
a
lot.

I
think
she
has
a
breakthrough
on
 the
way.”
 “But
she’s
not
happy.”

Mal
sniffled.

“And
Will’s
not
going
to
be
happy
either.

I
won’t
even
get
to
tell
him
I’m
sorry.”
 “But
you
can
tell
her
that.”

  14. 14. “Things
were
going
so
well,”
Mal
con<nued.

“But
I
can’t
help
but
feel
like
I
mucked
it
all
up
in
the
end.

You
don’t
feel
like…like
it
 was
a
mistake
leQng
me
be
the
heir,
do
you?”

  15. 15. “I
don’t
regret
it,”
Brandon
said.

“I’ve
thought
about
how
things
might
be
different.

I
like
kids
a
lot
more
than
I
thought
I
did
 when
I
was
young.

But
that
could
be
because
they’re
your
kids
and
Chris’s,
not
mine.

Who
knows
what
kind
of
father
I
would
 have
been.

And
I
think
it
can
only
be
good
that
you
were
compassionate
instead
of
feeling
like
you
had
to
be
as
tough
as
iron
all
 the
<me.

I
wouldn’t
take
it
back
for
myself
if
I
had
the
chance.

You’ve
been
great,
and
you’re
s<ll
going
to
be
great.”

  16. 16. “Now
let’s
go
live
what
parts
of
our
lives
are
leM.”

  17. 17. And
they
did
as
Mal
danced
with
Chris
in
the
newly
redecorated
second
floor
bedroom.
 Don’t
you
worry,
there,
my
honey
 We
might
not
have
any
money
 But
we’ve
got
our
love
to
pay
the
bills

  18. 18. Maybe
I
think
you’re
cute
and
funny
 Maybe
I
want
to
do
what
bunnies
do
with
you
 If
you
know
what
I
mean

  19. 19. Oh
let’s
get
rich
and
buy
our
parents
homes
in
the
south
of
France
 Let’s
get
rich
and
give
everybody
nice
sweaters
 And
teach
them
how
to
dance
 Let’s
get
rich
and
build
our
house
on
a
mountain

 Making
everybody
look
like
ants
 From
way
up
there
 You
and
I
 You
and
I

  20. 20. Well
you
might
be
a
bit
confused
 And
you
might
be
a
liDle
bit
bruised
 But
baby,
how
we
spoon
like
no
one
else

  21. 21. So
I
will
help
you
read
those
books
 If
you
will
soothe
my
worried
looks
 And
we
will
put
the
lonesome
on
the
shelf

  22. 22. Oh
let’s
get
rich
and
buy
our
parents
homes
in
the
south
of
France
 Let’s
get
rich
and
give
everybody
nice
sweaters
 And
teach
them
how
to
dance
 Let’s
get
rich
and
build
our
house
on
a
mountain

 Making
everybody
look
like
ants
 From
way
up
there
 You
and
I
 You
and
I

  23. 23. Once
they
got
outside,
Mal
promptly
started
a
fight
with
Julian.

A
pillow
fight,
that
is.
 “I
hope
you’re
going
to
be
happy,”
Mal
said.

“I
know
I
haven’t
made
it
easy.”
 “Don’t
talk
about
it
now—hey!

You
hit
me!”

  24. 24. The
pillow
fight
seemed
to
take
Mal’s
mind
off
his
fate
for
a
while.

  25. 25. AMer
that,
it
was
<me
for
last‐minute
goodbyes
as
six
o’clock
approached.

  26. 26. But
<me
kept
going
on,
and
soon
a
wind
even
colder
than
usual
blew
onto
the
grounds.

  27. 27. “It
is
<me,”
Mal
whispered,
closing
his
eyes.

“I
didn’t
want
to
think
about
it
too
much,
but
I
couldn’t
help
it.”

  28. 28. Unwilling
to
put
up
a
fight,
he
took
the
drink
that
Death
offered
him
(it
didn’t
look
or
taste
like
anything
he’d
ever
seen)
and
faded
 away,
finally
feeling
free
in
those
last
few
seconds.
 Death
lingered
for
a
moment,
poin<ng
his
finger
at
Brandon
before
fading
away,
too.

  29. 29. Chris
took
it
especially
badly.

She
had
never
expected
to
love
Mal
as
much
as
she
did,
and
they
had
always
thought
they
were
 going
to
go
together
un<l
those
last
few
days.

  30. 30. But
it
wasn’t
easy
on
anyone.

  31. 31. Brandon
summed
up
everyone’s
feelings
in
a
speech
delivered
with
characteris<c
vigor:
 “YOU
WEREN’T
SUPPOSED
TO
DIE
THIS
SOON,
DAMMIT.”

  32. 32. Julian
kept
it
simple
and
honest:
 “On
some
level,
we
never
really
understood
each
other,
but
you
were
s<ll
my
brother.

We’re
going
to
miss
you.”

  33. 33. And
Chris
spoke
last:
 “You
were
a
great
father,
despite
your
concerns,
and
you
were
a
wonderful
husband.

I’ll
miss
you,
too.”

  34. 34. And
then,
as
Brandon
had
said,
they
all
tried
to
go
on.

  35. 35. It
was
the
middle
of
the
night
when
Will,
Arthur,
and
Sabriel
got
back
to
Oldtown.
 “Nice
place,”
Sabriel
said
with
points
of
her
fingers
as
she
walked
in.

“Nicer
than
I
expected.”
 “Of
course
it
is,”
Will
answered
from
behind
her.

“We
just
rebuilt
it.

I
just
wish
we
could
have
moved
that
recliner.”

  36. 36. The
news
of
Mal’s
death
had
reached
them
on
their
way.

The
money
he
had
leM
to
them
had
reached
them
too:
twenty
thousand
 simoleons
that
they
used
to
add
on
to
the
house.


 Although
all
three
of
them
would
have
preferred
to
have
their
dad
than
the
money,
they
had
to
admit
that
it
had
helped
them
 transform
Will’s
collec<on
of
walls
into
a
space
that
they
could
comfortably
live
in.



  37. 37. “I’m
really
glad
you’re
here,”
Will
said,
hugging
Sabriel.
 “What’s
this
about?”
she
asked,
trying
not
to
squirm.

 “What?

I
need
a
reason
to
hug
you?

You’re
my
liCle
sister,
and
I
care
about
you.”

  38. 38. It’s
not
that
simple,
she
wanted
to
scream.

How
could
it
be,
when
every
last
thing
Will
did—almost
every
last
thing
he
did
drove
 her
crazy,
and
now
he
had
inherited
everything?

Shouldn’t
he
be
a
liCle
less
willing
to
walk
up
and
hug
her?

And,
for
crying
out
 loud,
did
he
have
to
touch
her?
 But
he
needed
this,
so
Sabriel
let
Will
hug
her.

It
wasn’t
so
bad.

And
she
thought
she
kind
of
needed
it
too.

  39. 39. “What?

I’m
not
important
to
you?”

Arthur
asked,
whacking
Will
with
a
pillow.
 “Hey!

Of
course
you
are!”
 “Good!

Because
I
wasn’t
going
to
stop
chasing
you
with
this
pillow
un<l
you
said
that!”

  40. 40. “So
are
you
going
to
stop
chasing
me
with
the
pillow
now?”
 “Nope.”

  41. 41. So
they
went
on,
too.

Arthur
proved
to
be
remarkably
hard‐working,
geQng
a
head
start
on
his
term
paper.

He
was
preCy
sure
 that
he
wanted
to
choose
the
drama
major,
but
his
freshman
wri<ng
class
wasn’t
going
away,
no
maCer
how
badly
he
wanted
it
 to.

It
was
a
way
to
not
think
about
Mal
for
a
liCle
while,
except
for
the
thought
that
his
dad
would
have
wanted
him
to
work
hard
 and
do
well
in
class.

  42. 42. But
Sabriel
couldn’t
focus
on
her
homework.

It
was
too
stupid
for
words,
so
she
wasn’t
going
to
write
any.

  43. 43. She
went
outside
to
cry,
where
there
was
less
of
a
chance
that
Will
and
Arthur
would
be
watching.

 Nothing
good
was
going
to
happen
to
Sabriel,
was
it?

First
there
was
the
heirship,
then
her
demo<on,
and
then
her
dad
was
 dead.

College
wasn’t
bad
so
far.

At
least
they’d
gone
on
a
nice
long
journey
to
get
there,
and
she
wasn’t
bored
yet.

But
it
wasn’t
 good
enough
to
make
up
for
this
mess.
 Sabriel
had
barely
said
goodbye.

None
of
them
had
had
the
chance,
but
she’d
been
so
upset
over
everything
else
that
she
had
 hardly
even
thought
about
it.

It
was
like
she
hadn’t
realized
that
in
order
to
be
heir,
her
dad
would
have
to
die.

  44. 44. Enough
of
this.

Sabriel
had
to
do
something
that
wasn’t
weeping
into
her
gloves.

She
s<ll
wanted
to
say
something
to
her
dad,
 but
even
if
she
could,
what
would
she
say?

The
best
thing
she
could
do
was
live
her
life
well
and
have
a
lot
of
adventures.

It
s<ll
 felt
like
she
wouldn’t
have
anything
to
do
without
being
the
heir,
but
she
was
not
going
to
live
the
rest
of
her
life
inside
the
house
 where
she
had
grown
up.

And
if
one
of
them
managed
to
do
something
about
the
lack
of
houses
in
the
area,
then
she
wouldn’t
 have
to.
 Maybe
she
could
do
it.

Someone
would
have
to
get
it
done
right.


  45. 45. “So
that’s
why
you
suddenly
decided
to
study
economics,”
Arthur
said,
lowering
his
pillow
for
a
minute.

“I
thought
you
were
 insane
when
you
first
told
me.”

  46. 46. “Nope.

Well,
the
numbers
are
boring
as
crazy,
but
if
I’m
going
to
set
up
any
kind
of
housing
empire,
I
need
to
either
figure
this
out
 or
find
a
bunch
of
minions
who’ve
figured
it
out
already
and
can
do
the
analysis
for
me.

Think
about
it,
Arthur.

People
can
move
 out,
but
no
one
has
anywhere
to
go,
and
there’s
all
this
land
that
doesn’t
have
anything
on
it.

I’ll
divide
it
into
lots,
build
houses— just
a
few
basic
floor
plans,
it’s
not
like
they’re
going
to
look
any
different
on
the
outside—and
sell
them
off.

And
then
one
of
 them’s
going
to
be
for
you
and
one
of
them’s
going
to
be
for
me.

We’re
not
going
to
be
sleeping
in
random
beds
scaCered
around
 the
house.

We’ll
get
to
have
our
own
lives.”

  47. 47. Having
his
own
life
was
something
Arthur
had
barely
thought
about.

He
had
known
he
didn’t
want
to
be
the
heir,
but
he
had
 assumed
that
he
would
s<ll
live
in
the
house,
like
his
uncles
had
done.

“What
if
we
could?”
he
asked,
smiling.
 “Not
‘could,’
Arthur.

We
will.”
 “So
can
I
get
a
discount
on
one
of
these
houses?”
 “Maybe
if
I’m
feeling
nice.”

  48. 48. “What
are
the
chances
of
that?”
 “Right
now?

Not
very
high.”


  49. 49. Will
squinted
at
the
diagram.
He
wanted
to
throw
the
book
across
the
room,
but
he
needed
to
understand
this.
Why
did
this
 book's
publisher
have
to
make
the
type
so
small?
The
periods
at
the
end
of
sentences
looked
like
specks
of
dust,
and
he
could
 barely
dis<nguish
the
o's
from
the
c’s.

He
might
not
have
been
bored
to
tears
now
that
his
siblings
were
there,
but
it
s<ll
wasn’t
 much
easier
to
focus
on
boring
theore<cal
nonsense
wriCen
in
small
type.

  50. 50. As
Will
put
his
book
back
on
the
shelf,
it
hit
him
again.

His
life
wasn’t
just
about
trying
to
puzzle
out
words
on
a
page
anymore,
 like
it
had
felt
so
many
<mes
during
the
last
three
years.

Was
it
really
going
to
maCer
in
a
year
whether
he
understood
those
 diagrams?

He’d
be
at
home
and
leading
the
family
then.

How
was
he
supposed
to
do
that?
 “Just
tell
me
what
to
do,”
he
pleaded,
looking
up
to
the
ceiling.

Just
one
hint.

  51. 51. But
no
maCer
how
much
Will
cried,
no
voice
from
the
skies
came
down
to
tell
him
everything
was
going
to
be
fine.

He
stopped
 crying
and
tried
to
think
about
something
happy.

He
had
class
soon,
and
he
didn’t
want
to
get
a
headache
from
crying.

  52. 52. Things
were
geQng
beCer
already,
aMer
all.

He
wasn’t
alone,
and
he
wasn’t
struggling
to
survive.

Maybe
everything
would
turn
 out
okay.

  53. 53. “Why
are
you
wri<ng
your
term
paper
this
early
in
the
semester?”

the
llama
asked
Arthur.
 “Why
are
you
studying
this
early
in
the
semester?”

Arthur
answered.

  54. 54. “Yeah,
but
you’re
Pleasure,”
Sabriel
answered.

“You’re
supposed
to
be
procras<na<ng.

Unlike
me.

I’m
just
reading
a
crappy
 romance
novel
because
it’s
one
of
the
only
things
on
the
shelf
that
isn’t
some
kind
of
theore<cal
physics
nonsense.

Where
did
 Will
get
this
thing,
anyway?”
 “It’s
probably
his
diary,”
the
llama
quipped.
 “Ew.”

Sabriel
paused.

“Can’t
be.

The
guy
has
raven‐black
hair
and
emerald
orbs.”

  55. 55. “Somehow,
I
don’t
think
Will’s
had
<me
to
keep
a
diary
of
roman<c
conquests,”
Arthur
said,
looking
down
at
the
keyboard.

“But
if
 he
has,
don’t
read
to
me
from
it.”

  56. 56. “I
won’t.”

Sabriel
looked
down
at
the
book
again
and
stared.

“That
shouldn’t
be
anatomically
possible.”
 “How
do
you
know
that?”
 “I
just
do.”

  57. 57. While
they
laughed
downstairs,
Will
sat
at
the
chessboard.

Instead
of
moving
any
of
the
pieces,
though,
he
stared
at
the
wall.
 His
professor
had
said
something
in
lecture
about
the
phones
being
down
six
and
a
half
days
a
week
to
illustrate
her
point.

Will
 wasn’t
sure
if
he
understood
the
lesson
he
was
supposed
to
be
learning,
but
the
lecture
had
made
him
start
thinking
about
 something
he
had
read
a
couple
of
chapters
ago.

What
if
the
phones
didn’t
have
to
be
down
all
the
<me?




  58. 58. It
didn’t
maCer
that
it
was
dark
and
the
type
was
<ny.

He
had
to
find
what
he
was
looking
for
before
he
went
to
sleep.


  59. 59. “I’m
so
glad
we
got
to
go
to
college,”
Sabriel
was
telling
Will.

“I
wasn’t
looking
forward
to
a
breakdown.”
 “Me
too,”
Will
said.

“It
sucked
at
first,
but
now
that
you
and
Arthur
are
here,
things
are
geQng
a
lot
beCer.”


 “Good
morning,”
Arthur
said,
grabbing
another
bowl
of
cereal
and
siQng
down.

  60. 60. Sabriel
stared
at
him.

“Have
you
forgoCen
your
shirt?”
 “The
only
pair
of
pajamas
I
could
find
was
missing
one,”
Arthur
explained.

“I
guess
I
could
have
stolen
yours,
Will,
since
you
wear
 your
underwear
most
of
the
<me.

But
I
didn’t
feel
like
it.”
 “The
boys
are
gonna
love
you.”

  61. 61. Will
looked
at
Sabriel
for
a
second
before
he
realized
what
she
was
talking
about.

He
hadn’t
known
Arthur
liked
guys,
but
he
 remembered
asking
why
his
brother
hadn’t
brought
any
girls
home
from
school.

It
made
sense.


 What
else
was
there
that
he
didn’t
know
about
his
brother
and
sister?

And
what
other
parts
of
their
lives
would
he
miss
out
on
 during
the
next
three
years?

  62. 62. Arthurl
interrupted
his
train
of
thought:
“Did
you
stay
up
all
night
studying
or
something?”

  63. 63. “What?

No.

Not
studying
for
class.

It’s
kind
of
a
side
project.”

Maybe
he
wouldn’t
have
to
miss
out
on
their
lives,
if
it
worked
out
 like
it
was
supposed
to.

“It
might
wind
up
turning
into
what
I
do
to
fix
up
Winterfell.”



  64. 64. “Oh?

You
weren’t
planning
on
keeping
this
a
secret
from
us,
were
you?”
 “Well,
I
wanted
to
know
if
it
had
a
chance
of
working
before
I
told
either
of
you,”
Will
said.
 “What
do
you
mean,
‘had
a
chance
of
working’?

Either
something’s
going
to
work
out,
or
it’s
not,”
Sabriel
said,
thinking
of
her
 own
plan.

“You
might
have
to
twist
a
few
arms
to
get
there,
but
it’s
s<ll
going
to
go
the
same
way.”

  65. 65. “It’s
less
about
arm
twis<ng
than
about
science.”

Will
explained
what
he
had
found
about
the
phones.

“I’m
going
to
have
to
 research
this
some
more,
but
I
think
I
can
fix
it
so
they
work
all
days
of
the
week,
not
just
Tuesday
aMernoons
and
evenings.”

  66. 66. He
wasn’t
sure
what
kind
of
reac<on
to
expect
from
Sabriel,
but
she
smiled.

“Nice.

I
was
star<ng
to
wonder
if
you’d
come
up
with
 anything,
but
that’s
good.”
 “Well,
have
you
come
up
with
anything?”

Will
asked.
 “Of
course.

I’ll
buy
up
land,
build
houses,
sell
them,
and
launch
a
massive
business
empire.

Profit
will
roll
in
to
fund
my
 adventures.”

  67. 67. “And
you
know
I’m
planning
to
bring
back
par<es,”
Arthur
said.

“It’s
going
to
be
a
lot
easier
to
have
them
if
we
can
call
out,
so
I
 think
you
have
a
great
plan,
Will.

Also,
I
think
I
need
to
team
up
with
Sabriel
and
start
selling
clothes.

She
shouldn’t
be
forced
to
 wear
a
pink
dress
like
that.”

  68. 68. Sabriel
laughed.

“No
kidding.

Here’s
to
having
plans
for
the
future.”

  69. 69. Sabriel
approached
Will
as
he
leM
for
class.

She
hated
having
to
say
this,
but
it
was
beCer
than
not
speaking
up
at
all.

“Keep
me
 in
the
loop,
okay?”

she
asked
him.
 “In
what
loop?”

  70. 70. “With
what’s
going
on,”
she
said.

“Like
the
conversa<on
we
had
this
morning
about
what
we’re
going
to
do
for
the
family.

If
my
 plan
works,
I
won’t
be
around
all
the
<me,
but
I
s<ll
want
to
know
how
things
are
going
with
the
family
so
I
can
do
something.”
 “Of
course,”
Will
told
her.

“Dad
didn’t
do
it
by
himself,
and
I
never
thought
that
I
could.

I’m
going
to
tell
you
and
Arthur
 everything.

If
my
plan
works.”


  71. 71. “Thanks.”
 Sabriel
watched
him
leave
for
class,
her
face
almost
expressionless.

It
would
be
beCer
for
everyone
if
she
accepted
that
Will
was
 leading
the
family
now.

Especially
for
her.

  72. 72. BriCany
had
spent
most
of
the
day
alterna<ng
between
ea<ng
everything
she
could
get
her
hands
on
and
throwing
it
all
up.

  73. 73. So
it
wasn’t
much
of
a
surprise
when
she
found
out
that
she
was
pregnant,
though
it
s<ll
made
her
happy.

  74. 74. “But…how
can
you
be
pregnant?”

  75. 75. “Well,
when
two
people
love
each
other
very
much…”

  76. 76. “Very
funny.

But
how
am
I
supposed
to
be
a
dad
at
this
age?

How
am
I
supposed
to
be
a
dad
if
I
can’t
get
out
of
the
house?

I
did
 sit
through
my
brother’s
explana<on
of
birth
control
devices,
but
I
didn’t
think
I
could
get
anyone
pregnant.”

  77. 77. Clearly,
that
made
two
of
them.

“I
don’t
know.

But
at
least
you’ve
been
around
babies
before,
and
it’s
not
like
this
kid
is
going
 anywhere
for
the
next
six
months
or
so.

Just
try
to
get
here
as
soon
as
you
can,
okay?”

  78. 78. “Great.”

Julian
was
really
star<ng
to
hate
the
idea
of
this
marriage.

  79. 79. Julian
held
the
phone
as
far
away
from
him
as
he
could
before
puQng
it
back.

A
father.

Holy
Plumbbob
on
a
cracker.

He
tried
 imagining
the
reac<ons
everyone
else
in
the
house
would
have:
hysterical
laughter,
stony
silence,
and…Chris
would
react
in
a
 preCy
non‐judgmental
way,
but
she’d
s<ll
think
it
was
funny.

Mal
could
be
annoyingly
sanc<monious,
but
at
least
he
would
have
 tried
to
be
nice.
 For
now,
he
was
going
to
pretend
that
this
had
not
happened.



  80. 80. Brandon
had
been
staring
at
the
typed
words
“The
Last
Will
and
Testament
of
Brandon
Stark”
for
the
last
half
hour.

It
was
 providing
no
insight
as
to
whom
he
should
leave
his
posi<on
as
Law
of
Winterfell
to.

  81. 81. “I
know,”
he
said
to
no
one.

He’d
try
to
get
in
touch
with
Will.

His
nephew
might
s<ll
be
at
college,
but
he
was
going
to
be
running
 this
place
once
he
got
back.

It
wouldn’t
be
right
to
avoid
consul<ng
him.

  82. 82. Apparently,
luck
was
with
him.

The
phone
rang
that
night.
 “Hello?”

  83. 83. “Uncle
Brandon!

What’s
going
on?

How’s
everyone
doing?

We
would
have
called
earlier,
but…you
know…”
Sabriel
trailed
off.

“Is
 everyone
okay?”

  84. 84. Brandon
sighed.

“I
don’t
know.

I
keep
saying
over
and
over
again
that
this
wasn’t
supposed
to
happen.

Your
mom
and
your—”
 What
was
he
supposed
to
call
her?
“—Jan
have
been
studying
a
lot,
and
Uncle
Julian’s
been
glued
to
the
mahjong
table
lately.

 Meanwhile,
I’ve
been
puQng
fires
out
at
the
law
office.

That
reminds
me,
I
need
to—”

  85. 85. “Who
is
it?”

Will
asked.
 “Uncle
Brandon.

Things
sounds
really
bad
back
home,
Will.”

  86. 86. “Is
that
Will?”
 “Of
course.

Who
else
would
it
be?”
 “Well,
it
could
have
been
Arthur.

Their
voices
sound
a
lot
alike,”
Brandon
said.

“Anyway,
I
need
to
talk
to
him.”

  87. 87. Of
course
he
did.

“Why
don’t
you
just
come
over
here?”
Sabriel
asked.

“We
all
want
to
see
you.”

Besides,
she
didn’t
want
them
 to
forget
about
her.

  88. 88. “Great.”

Brandon
wasn’t
sure
if
he’d
be
able
to
travel
very
well,
but
the
morbid
thought
had
crossed
his
mind
that
he
might
not
 get
another
chance
to
see
the
kids,
and
he
didn’t
want
to
miss
it.

“I’ll
see
you
soon.”

  89. 89. When
Brandon
arrived
at
the
house,
he
saw
Will
with
a
bruneCe
who
looked
like
she
was
swooning
over
him.

What
in
the
world
 was
he
up
to?

  90. 90. Will
leaned
closer
to
De.

“Thanks
for
coming
all
the
way
out
here,”
he
said.

“I
was
hoping
I’d
get
to
see
you
again.”



  91. 91. “It’s
no
trouble,”
De
answered.

She
found
herself
thinking
about
how
she
did
like
redheaded
guys.

“I’m
glad
I
get
to
see
you,
too.”

  92. 92. No
good
could
possibly
come
of
this.

Will
had
already
agreed
to
marry
someone
else.

What
was
he
thinking?

Was
he
thinking
at
 all?



  93. 93. But
Will
finally
seemed
to
realize
he
was
there
and
came
over
to
greet
him.

  94. 94. “Come
on,”
Brandon
said,
reaching
out
to
Will.

“Give
your
old
uncle
a
hug.”

  95. 95. Brandon
looked
at
Will,
then
at
the
woman,
then
back
at
Will.

He’d
say
something
when
they
were
inside.

  96. 96. Arthur
pulled
in
a
chair
from
the
study
so
that
all
four
of
them
could
sit
around
the
small
table
in
the
kitchen.

  97. 97. “I
have
a
problem,”
Brandon
explained.

“I’ve
been
looking
for
a
successor
as
the
Law.

That’s
not
something
that
most
of
us
have
 to
worry
about.

Once
the
water
was
clean
and
there
was
food,
then
that
was
done.

But
being
the
Law
doesn’t
end.

If
there’s
no
 Law,
then
everything
that
I’ve
done
will
fall
apart
again.

Lily
was
going
to
do
it
aMer
me—"
 “Was?”

Arthur
asked.

  98. 98. “She
got
fired.

I
s<ll
want
to
yell
at
someone
to
reinstate
her,
but
she
says
that
it’s
not
right
if
she
doesn’t
follow
the
rules,
and
 she
probably
is
right.

It
can’t
be
bad
to
have
an
image
of
being
ten
<mes
more
virtuous
than
everyone
else
when
you
want
 people
to
think
you’re
impar<al.”

Even
though
trying
to
do
that
could
be
awfully
annoying.

“So
that
leaves
me
without
a
 successor.”

  99. 99. “There
isn’t
anyone
in
your
organiza<on
who
can
help?”

Will
asked.
 “I’ve
thought
about
it.

But
I
don’t
trust
most
of
them.

They’re
good
employees,
but
I
don’t
want
to
think
about
what
they
might
 do
if
I’m
not
in
charge.”

Brandon
looked
at
Will.

“So
I
wanted
to
know
what
you
think
about
this.”
 “Me?”
Somehow,
he
hadn’t
expected
this.

  100. 100. “Yes,
you.

You’re
the
man
in
charge
now,
and
the
three
of
you
are
the
ones
who’ll
have
to
live
with
whatever
I
decide
to
do.

You
 should
have
some
input.”
 “But
you’re—“
Will
protested
without
thinking
about
it,
unaware
that
Sabriel
looked
like
she
was
trying
to
avoid
saying
something.
 “Only
the
one
keeping
things
going
un<l
you
come
back.

I
want
to
know
what
you
think.”

  101. 101. Will
had
been
about
to
say
“the
one
who
knows
the
most
about
what’s
going
on,”
but
apparently
that
wasn’t
the
kind
of
ques<on
 his
uncle
wanted.

Somehow,
he
hadn’t
realized
what
his
father’s
death
meant
un<l
this
moment.

Will
wanted
to
say
that
he
 wasn’t
ready,
but
this
was
exactly
what
he
had
wanted,
wasn’t
it?


 He
looked
up
at
the
ceiling
and
thought
about
Brandon’s
ques<on.


  102. 102. Sabriel
watched
Will.

Come
on,
she
thought.

Do
the
right
thing.

She
knew
what
she
would
do
in
this
situa<on,
but
would
he
 figure
it
out,
or
would
he
do
something
stupid?

Of
course,
she
would
speak
up
if
he
did
do
something
stupid,
but
he
hadn’t
been
 very
idio<c
lately.

She
should
give
him
a
chance.

  103. 103. “It
should
be
one
of
us,”
Will
finally
said.

“Trus<ng
us
isn’t
a
problem.

But
I
think
being
the
heir
and
bringing
the
phones
back
is
 going
to
be
enough
for
me.”

He
looked
at
his
brother
and
sister,
then
turned
back
to
Brandon.

“What
do
you
do
as
the
Law?”

  104. 104. “Two
main
things,”
Brandon
explained.

“I’m
the
chief
judge.

There
are
other
judges
in
Winterfell,
but
I
hear
appeals
from
their
 decisions
when
there
are
ques<ons
of
law
up
in
the
air.

I
can
also
recommend
amendments
to
the
Code,
though
they
have
to
be
 approved
by
the
legislature.

Some<mes,
I
can
veto
their
decisions,
but
they’ve
pushed
a
few
awful
laws
past
my
vetoes
lately,
like
 that
once
fired
you’re
out
law.

So
what
are
you
thinking?”

  105. 105. Will
looked
at
Arthur
and
Sabriel
again.

He
had
been
about
to
say
that
Sabriel
should
do
it.

Since
she
had
wanted
to
be
the
heir,
it
 was
more
likely
that
she
would
actually
want
to
be
the
Law.

But
if
Will
ever
had
to
go
before
the
courts,
he
didn’t
think
he
wanted
 Sabriel
to
hear
his
case.

She
would
probably
decide
against
him
just
because
she
didn’t
seem
to
like
him.

Well,
if
Sabriel
was
the
 Law,
she
would
at
least
try,
but
Will
couldn’t
imagine
her
being
impar<al.

Arthur
would
be
beCer
at
that.

But
who
knew
if
Arthur
 wanted
to
be
the
Law,
or
if
Sabriel
would
flip
out
if
he
passed
over
her
for
this?


 Besides,
it
wouldn’t
be
easy
to
both
run
a
massive
business
empire
and
control
the
legal
system.

But
it
also
wouldn’t
be
easy
to
 be
an
actor
and
control
the
legal
system.

  106. 106. “Both
of
you
should
do
it,”
Will
said
to
Arthur
and
Sabriel.


 “What?”
they
both
asked,
one
a
few
seconds
aMer
the
other.
 “Yeah.”

Will
nodded
several
<mes.

“I
think
you’d
both
be
good
at
it,
but
at
the
same
<me,
there
were
reasons
not
to
say
either
 one
of
you
should
do
it.

But
if
you
do
it
together,
then
you’ll
bring
everything
good
about
you
to
the
job,
and
everything
will
work
 out
well.

You’ll
s<ll
be
able
to
bring
back
par<es
and
dates,
and
you
can
have
your
business
and
your
adventures.”

  107. 107. Sabriel
grinned.

“Sweet.”
 “You’re
happy
with
this?”
he
asked.

“You’re
not
going
to
try
to
kill
me
just
because
I
didn’t
give
it
to
you
alone?”
 “Of
course
not.

Don’t
make
me
start
calling
you
idiot
again,”
she
said.

“I’d
love
to
do
it
full
<me,
but
the
real
estate
business
and
 whatever
adventures
might
be
out
there
are
calling
me.

The
only
way
I
would
have
killed
you
is
if
you’d
ignored
me.”
 “Great.”

Will
tried
to
smile.

“What
about
you,
Arthur?”

  108. 108. “At
first,
I
didn’t
want
any
part
of
it,”
Arthur
said.

“Kind
of
like
being
heir.

But
as
you
talked
about
what
you
do,
Uncle
Brandon,
I
 started
wondering
if
I’d
be
good
at
it.

I’d
like
to
try,
and
if
Sabriel’s
going
to
do
it
with
me…”
 “There
you
go,”
Sabriel
said.

“We
are
going
to
be
good
at
this.”

  109. 109. “Uncle
Brandon?”

Will
asked,
turning
back
to
look
at
him.

It
seemed
like
this
was
too
good
of
a
solu<on,
and
Uncle
Brandon
 would
be
the
one
to
tell
him,
if
anyone.
 “I’m
not
sure
if
it’s
what
I
would
have
done,”
Brandon
said
slowly,
“but
I
don’t
see
any
reason
not
to
do
it.

I’ll
rewrite
my
will
so
 you’re
in
it
as
my
successors,
Arthur,
Sabriel.”

He
smiled.

“And
nice
job,
Will.”

  110. 110. Will
had
to
study
aMer
that,
but
Arthur
and
Sabriel
stayed
to
talk
to
Brandon
about
their
new
role.
 “Don’t
just
rely
on
what
the
people
before
you
tell
you
about
the
law,”
Brandon
said.

“I
know
what
it
looks
like
because
I
wrote
it,
 but
you’re
not
going
to
be
familiar
with
it
the
same
way
that
I
am.

Find
out
as
much
as
you
can
about
the
facts.

You
can
be
as
 familiar
with
the
law
as
you
like,
but
it
doesn’t
mean
anything
if
you
can’t
apply
it
to
the
right
facts.

And
remember
that
people
 can
surprise
you.

You’re
going
to
have
your
opinions
about
the
people
before
you,
and
that’s
good,
but
you
shouldn’t
take
 anything
for
granted.”

  111. 111. As
they
discussed
what
they
might
do,
Brandon
grew
more
certain
that
he
was
leaving
his
task
in
good
hands.

  112. 112. And
aMer
that,
all
too
aware
of
what
had
happened
to
his
brother,
Brandon
said
goodbye
to
his
successors.

  113. 113. Before
he
went,
though,
he
had
to
ask
Will
what
he
was
doing
flir<ng
with
someone
who
wasn’t
Jan.

  114. 114. “I
know,
I
know,”
Will
said.

“It
was
nothing.

I
was
just…”
He
didn’t
want
it
to
be
nothing.

He
tried
to
stop
thinking
about
the
way
 things
could
have
gone
if
he
didn’t
have
to
marry
Jan.

  115. 115. Brandon
nodded.

“I
know
you’re
going
to
do
a
good
job,”
he
said.

“I
knew
it
before
tonight,
and
I’m
even
more
sure
of
it
now.

 Just…be
careful.”

  116. 116. “Thanks.”

Will
swallowed.

“I
will.

Everything’s
going
to
keep
geQng
beCer.

You’ll
see.”

  117. 117. “I
hope
I
do.”

Brandon
hugged
Will.

  118. 118. Neither
one
no<ced
that
someone
had
been
watching
them.

  119. 119. Guest
starring:
SimDe
(fireflower314)

  120. 120. I
may
have
gone
a
liCle
overboard
saying
goodbye
to
Mal,
but
if
anyone’s
worth
it,
he
is.

He’s
the
one
who
took
me
from
just
 playing
a
challenge
to
wri<ng
a
story.

Yes,
I
wanted
to
introduce
you
to
everyone
else,
too,
but
I
really
wanted
to
introduce
you
to
 him.

I
will
miss
my
liCle
white
sheep
a
lot



 Music
credit:
“You
and
I”
–
Ingrid
Michaelson

  121. 121. Next
<me
on
An
Apocalypse
of
Ice:
 +
Skilling,
skilling,
and
skilling
 +
Who’s
that
guy
watching
Brandon
and
Will?
 +
More
college
fun<ems
(disclaimer:
fun
may
or
may
not
be
included)
 +
We
haven’t
seen
Alayne
for
a
while,
have
we?

What
could
she
possibly
be
doing?

 And
I
haven’t
forgoCen
the
BC;
I’ve
been
going
back
and
forth
between
the
two
ever
since
I
started
that.

I’ll
probably
wind
up
 wrapping
that
up
before
you
see
11.2.

  122. 122. “My
dress
doesn’t
have
a
pregnancy
morph!

No
wonder
you
filmed
me
from
the
neck
up!”
 Happy
Simming!


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