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Jon

           Thedirewolfisthesigilofmyfather’sHouse."

           "Oursisastridinghuntsman,"SamwellTarlysaid.

           "Doyouliketohunt?"

           Thefatboyshuddered."Ihateit."Helookedasthoughhewasgoingtocryagain.

           "What’swrongnow?"Jonaskedhim."Whyareyoualwayssofrightened?"

           Samstaredatthelastofhisporkpieandgaveafeebleshakeofhishead,tooscaredeventotalk.Aburstoflaughterfilledthehall.JonheardPypsqueakinginahighvoice.Hestood."Let’sgooutside."

           Theroundfatfacelookedupathim,suspicious."Why?Whatwillwedooutside?"

           "Talk,"Jonsaid."HaveyouseentheWall?"

           "I’mfat,notblind,"SamwellTarlysaid."OfcourseIsawit,it’ssevenhundredfeethigh."Yethestoodupallthesame,wrappedafur-linedcloakoverhisshoulders,andfollowedJonfromthecommonhall,stillwary,asifhesuspectedsomecrueltrickwaswaitingforhiminthenight.Ghostpaddedalongbesidethem."Ineverthoughtitwouldbelikethis,"Samsaidastheywalked,hiswordssteaminginthecoldair.Alreadyhewashuffingandpuffingashetriedtokeepup."Allthebuildingsarefallingdown,andit’sso...so..."

           "Cold?"Ahardfrostwassettlingoverthecastle,andJoncouldhearthesoftcrunchofgreyweedsbeneathhisboots.

           Samnoddedmiserably."Ihatethecold,"hesaid."LastnightIwokeupinthedarkandthefirehadgoneoutandIwascertainIwasgoingtofreezetodeathbymorning."

           "Itmusthavebeenwarmerwhereyoucomefrom."

           "Ineversawsnowuntillastmonth.

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