the crow opened its beak and cawed at him , a shrill scream of fear , and the grey mists shuddered and swirled around him and ripped away like a veil , and he saw that the crow was really a woman , a serving woman with long black hair , and he knew her from somewhere , from winterfell , yes , that was it , he remembered her now , and then he realized that he was in winterfell , in a bed high in some chilly tower room , and the black-haired woman dropped a basin of water to shatter on the floor and ran down the steps , shouting , `` he 's awake , he 's awake , he 's awake . ''