Oh$$$ my sweet summer child$$$" Old Nan said quietly$$$ "what do you know of fear?Fear is for the winter$$$ my little lord$$$ when the snows fall a hundred feetdeep and the ice wind comes howling out of the north. Fear is for the longnight$$$ when the sun hides its face for years at a time$$$ and little childrenare born and live and die all in darkness while the direwolves grow gaunt andhungry$$$ and the white walkers move through the woods