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Tyrion

           "Wantsome?"

           Theboytooktheskinandtriedacautiousswallow."It’strue,isn’tit?"hesaidwhenhewasdone."WhatyousaidabouttheNight’sWatch."

           Tyrionnodded.

           JonSnowsethismouthinagrimline."Ifthat’swhatitis,that’swhatitis."

           Tyriongrinnedathim."That’sgood,bastard.Mostmenwouldratherdenyahardtruththanfaceit."

           "Mostmen,"theboysaid."Butnotyou."

           "No,"Tyrionadmitted,"notme.Iseldomevendreamofdragonsanymore.Therearenodragons."Hescoopedupthefallenbearskin."Come,wehadbetterreturntocampbeforeyourunclecallsthebanners."

           Thewalkwasshort,butthegroundwasroughunderfootandhislegswerecrampingbadlybythetimetheygotback.JonSnowofferedahandtohelphimoverathicktangleofroots,butTyrionshookhimoff.Hewouldmakehisownway,ashehadallhislife.Still,thecampwasawelcomesight.Thesheltershadbeenthrownupagainstthetumbledownwallofalong-abandonedholdfast,ashieldagainstthewind.Thehorseshadbeenfedandafirehadbeenlaid.Yorensatonastone,skinningasquirrel.ThesavorysmellofstewfilledTyrion’snostrils.HedraggedhimselfovertowherehismanMorrecwastendingthestewpot.Wordlessly,Morrechandedhimtheladle.Tyriontastedandhandeditback."Morepepper,"hesaid.

           BenjenStarkemergedfromtheshelterhesharedwithhisnephew."Thereyouare.Jon,damnit,don’tgoofflikethatbyyourself.IthoughttheOthershadgottenyou."

           "Itwasthegrumkins,"Tyriontoldhim,laughing.JonSnowsmiled

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