Jon

           Thecourtyardrangtothesongofswords.

           Underblackwool,boiledleather,andmail,sweattrickledicilydownJon’schestashepressedtheattack.Grennstumbledbackward,defendinghimselfclumsily.Whenheraisedhissword,Jonwentunderneathitwithasweepingblowthatcrunchedagainstthebackoftheotherboy’slegandsenthimstaggering.Grenn’sdowncutwasansweredbyanoverhandthatdentedhishelm.Whenhetriedasideswing,Jonsweptasidehisbladeandslammedamailedforearmintohischest.Grennlosthisfootingandsatdownhardinthesnow.Jonknockedhisswordfromhisfingerswithaslashtohiswristthatbroughtacryofpain.

           "Enough!"SerAlliserThornehadavoicewithanedgelikeValyriansteel.

           Grenncradledhishand."Thebastardbrokemywrist."

           "Thebastardhamstrungyou,openedyouremptyskull,andcutoffyourhand.Orwouldhave,ifthesebladeshadanedge.It’sfortunateforyouthattheWatchneedsstableboysaswellasrangers."SerAllisergesturedatJerenandToad."GettheAurochsonhisfeet,hehasfuneralarrangementstomake."

           JontookoffhishelmastheotherboyswerepullingGrenntohisfeet.Thefrostymorningairfeltgoodonhisface.Heleanedonhissword,drewadeepbreath,andallowedhimselfamomenttosavorthevictory.

           "Thatisalongsword,notanoldman’scane,"SerAllisersaidsharply."Areyourlegshurting,LordSnow?"

           Jonhatedthatname,amockerythatSerAlliserhadhungonhimthefirstdayhecametopractice.Theboyshadpickeditup,andnowhehearditeverywhere.

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