'Lord Stark,' Jon said. It was strange to hear him call Father that, so formal. Bran looked at him with desperate hope. 'There are five pups,' he told Father. 'Three male, two female.'
'What of it, Jon?'
'You have five trueborn children,' Jon said. 'Three sons, two daughters. The direwolf is the sigil of your House. Your children were meant to have these pups, my lord.'
Bran saw his father's face change, saw the other men exchange glances. He loved Jon with all his heart at that moment. Even at seven, Bran understood what his brother had done. The count had come right only because Jon had omitted himself. He had included the girls, included even Rickon, the baby, but not the bastard who bore the surname Snow, the name that custom decreed be given to all those in the north unlucky enough to be born with no name of their own.'

from George R. R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

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