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Jon

           Hestoppedsuddenly,scowlingwhenhesawPyp’sgrinandrealizedwhathe’djustsaid.Histhickneckflushedadarkred.Jonleftthemtherearguingashereturnedtothearmory,hunguphissword,andstrippedoffhisbatteredarmor.

           LifeatCastleBlackfollowedcertainpatterns;themorningswereforswordplay,theafternoonsforwork.Theblackbrotherssetnewrecruitstomanydifferenttasks,tolearnwheretheirskillslay.JoncherishedtherareafternoonswhenhewassentoutwithGhostrangingathissidetobringbackgamefortheLordCommander’stable,butforeverydayspenthunting,hegaveadozentoDonalNoyeinthearmory,spinningthewhetstonewhiletheone-armedsmithsharpenedaxesgrowndullfromuse,orpumpingthebellowsasNoyehammeredoutanewsword.Othertimesheranmessages,stoodatguard,muckedoutstables,fletchedarrows,assistedMaesterAemonwithhisbirdsorBowenMarshwithhiscountsandinventories.

           Thatafternoon,thewatchcommandersenthimtothewinchcagewithfourbarrelsoffresh-crushedstone,toscattergravelovertheicyfootpathsatoptheWall.Itwaslonelyandboringwork,evenwithGhostalongforcompany,butJonfoundhedidnotmind.OnacleardayyoucouldseehalftheworldfromthetopoftheWall,andtheairwasalwayscoldandbracing.Hecouldthinkhere,andhefoundhimselfthinkingofSamwellTarly...and,oddly,ofTyrionLannister.HewonderedwhatTyrionwouldhavemadeofthefatboy.Mostmenwouldratherdenyahardtruththanfaceit,thedwarfhadtoldhim,grinning.

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