Jon

           JonwasbreakinghisfastonapplecakesandbloodsausagewhenSamwellTarlyploppedhimselfdownonthebench."I’vebeensummonedtothesept,"Samsaidinanexcitedwhisper."They’repassingmeoutoftraining.I’mtobemadeabrotherwiththerestofyou.Canyoubelieveit?"

           "No,truly?"

           "Truly.I’mtoassistMaesterAemonwiththelibraryandthebirds.Heneedssomeonewhocanreadandwriteletters."

           "You’lldowellatthat,"Jonsaid,smiling.

           Samglancedaboutanxiously."Isittimetogo?Ishouldn’tbelate,theymightchangetheirminds."Hewasfairlybouncingastheycrossedtheweed-strewncourtyard.Thedaywaswarmandsunny.RivuletsofwatertrickleddownthesidesoftheWall,sotheiceseemedtosparkleandshine.

           Insidethesept,thegreatcrystalcaughtthemorninglightasitstreamedthroughthesouth-facingwindowandspreaditinarainbowonthealtar.Pyp’smouthdroppedopenwhenhecaughtsightofSam,andToadpokedGrennintheribs,butnoonedaredsayaword.SeptonCelladarwasswingingacenser,fillingtheairwithfragrantincensethatremindedJonofLadyStark’slittleseptinWinterfell.Foroncetheseptonseemedsober.

           Thehighofficersarrivedinabody;MaesterAemonleaningonClydas,SerAllisercold-eyedandgrim,LordCommanderMormontresplendentinablackwooldoubletwithsilveredbearclawfastenings.

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