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Tyrion

           "Andwhatwillyoubewanting,thistimeofnight?"theonebythewinchasked.

           "Alastlook."

           Themenexchangedsourglances."Lookallyouwant,"theotheronesaid."Justhaveacareyoudon’tfalloff,littleman.TheOldBearwouldhaveourhides."Asmallwoodenshackstoodunderthegreatcrane,andTyrionsawthedullglowofabrazierandfeltabriefgustofwarmthwhenthewinchmenopenedthedoorandwentbackinside.Andthenhewasalone.

           Itwasbitinglycolduphere,andthewindpulledathisclotheslikeaninsistentlover.ThetopoftheWallwaswiderthanthekingsroadoftenwas,soTyrionhadnofearoffalling,althoughthefootingwasslickerthanhewouldhaveliked.Thebrothersspreadcrushedstoneacrossthewalkways,buttheweightofcountlessfootstepswouldmelttheWallbeneath,sotheicewouldseemtogrowaroundthegravel,swallowingit,untilthepathwasbareagainanditwastimetocrushmorestone.

           Still,itwasnothingthatTyrioncouldnotmanage.Helookedofftotheeastandwest,attheWallstretchingbeforehim,avastwhiteroadwithnobeginningandnoendandadarkabyssoneitherside.West,hedecided,fornospecialreason,andhebegantowalkthatway,followingthepathwaynearestthenorthedge,wherethegravellookedfreshest.

           Hisbarecheekswereruddywiththecold,andhislegscomplainedmoreloudlywitheverystep,butTyrionignoredthem.

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