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Jon

           Wagonswerebeingloaded,menwereshouting,horseswerebeingharnessedandsaddledandledfromthestables.Alightsnowhadbeguntofall,andeveryonewasinanuproartobeoff.

           Robbwasinthemiddleofit,shoutingcommandswiththebestofthem.Heseemedtohavegrownoflate,asifBran’sfallandhismother’scollapsehadsomehowmadehimstronger.GreyWindwasathisside.

           "UncleBenjenislookingforyou,"hetoldJon."Hewantedtobegoneanhourago."

           "Iknow,"Jonsaid."Soon."Helookedaroundatallthenoiseandconfusion."LeavingisharderthanIthought."

           "Formetoo,"Robbsaid.Hehadsnowinhishair,meltingfromtheheatofhisbody."Didyouseehim?"

           Jonnodded,nottrustinghimselftospeak.

           "He’snotgoingtodie,"Robbsaid."Iknowit."

           "YouStarksarehardtokill,"Jonagreed.Hisvoicewasflatandtired.Thevisithadtakenallthestrengthfromhim.

           Robbknewsomethingwaswrong."Mymother..."

           "Shewas...verykind,"Jontoldhim.

           Robblookedrelieved."Good."Hesmiled."ThenexttimeIseeyou,you’llbeallinblack."

           Jonforcedhimselftosmileback."Itwasalwaysmycolor.Howlongdoyouthinkitwillbe?"

           "Soonenough,"Robbpromised.HepulledJontohimandembracedhimfiercely."Farewell,Snow."

           Jonhuggedhimback."Andyou,Stark.TakecareofBran."

           "Iwill."Theybrokeapartandlookedateachotherawkwardly."UncleBenjensaidtosendyoutothestablesifIsawyou,"Robbfinallysaid.

           "Ihaveonemorefarewelltomake,"Jontoldhim.

           "ThenIhaven’tseenyou,"Robbreplied.

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