Up and down$$$" Meera would sigh sometimes as they walked$$$ "then down and up. Then up and down again. I hate these stupid mountains of yours$$$ Prince Bran.""Yesterday you said you loved them.""Oh$$$ I do. My lord father told me about mountains$$$ but I never saw one till now. I love them more than I can say."Bran made a face at her. "But you just said you hated them.""Why can't it be both?" Meera reached up to pinch his nose."Because they're different$$$" he insisted. "Like night and day$$$ or ice and fire.""If ice can burn$$$" said Jojen in his solemn voice$$$ "then love and hate can mate. Mountain or marsh$$$ it makes no matter. The land is one.""One$$$" his sister agreed$$$ "but over wrinkled.