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Tyrion

           Heshovedhishandsintohisarmpitsandwalkedfaster,prayingthatMorrechadrememberedtowarmhisbedwithhotbricksfromthefire.

           BehindtheKing’sTower,theWallglimmeredinthelightofthemoon,immenseandmysterious.Tyrionstoppedforamomenttolookupatit.Hislegsachedofcoldandhaste.

           Suddenlyastrangemadnesstookholdofhim,ayearningtolookoncemoreofftheendoftheworld.Itwouldbehislastchance,hethought;tomorrowhewouldridesouth,andhecouldnotimaginewhyhewouldeverwanttoreturntothisfrozendesolation.TheKing’sTowerwasbeforehim,withitspromiseofwarmthandasoftbed,yetTyrionfoundhimselfwalkingpastit,towardthevastpalepalisadeoftheWall.

           Awoodenstairascendedthesouthface,anchoredonhugerough-hewnbeamssunkdeepintotheiceandfrozeninplace.Backandforthitswitched,clawingitswayupwardascrookedasaboltoflightning.Theblackbrothersassuredhimthatitwasmuchstrongerthanitlooked,butTyrion’slegswerecrampingtoobadlyforhimtoevencontemplatetheascent.Hewentinsteadtotheironcagebesidethewell,clamberedinside,andyankedhardonthebellrope,threequickpulls.

           Hehadtowaitwhatseemedaneternity,standingthereinsidethebarswiththeWalltohisback.LongenoughforTyriontobegintowonderwhyhewasdoingthis.Hehadjustaboutdecidedtoforgethissuddenwhimandgotobedwhenthecagegaveajerkandbegantoascend.

           Hemovedupwardslowly,byfitsandstartsatfirst,thenmoresmoothly.

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