Old Nan, Bran Stark and others in “Unfinished Business”

Don't listen to it. Crows are all liars. I know a story about a crow.

I hate your stories.

I know a story about a boy who hated stories. I can tell you about Ser Duncan the Tall. Those were always your favorites.

Those aren't my favorites. My favorites were the scary ones.

Oh, my sweet summer child, what do you know about fear? Fear is for the winter when the snows fall a hundred feet deep. Fear is for the long nights when the sun hides for years, and children are born and live and die all in darkness. That is the time for fear, my little Lord: when the White Walkers roam through the woods. Thousands of years ago there came a night that lasted a generation. Kings froze to death in their castles, same as the shepherds in their huts, and women smothered their babies rather than see them starve, and wept, and felt their tears freeze on their cheeks! So is this the sort of story that you like? [Bran nods] In that darkness, the White Walkers came for the first time. They swept through cities and kingdoms, riding their dead horses, hunting with their packs of pale spiders, big as hounds! —

Robb Stark

[entering suddenly] What are you telling him now?

Only what the little Lord wants to hear.