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Jon

           WhateverpridehislordfathermighthavefeltatSamwell’sbirthvanishedastheboygrewupplump,soft,andawkward.Samlovedtolistentomusicandmakehisownsongs,towearsoftvelvets,toplayinthecastlekitchenbesidethecooks,drinkingintherichsmellsashesnitchedlemoncakesandblueberrytarts.Hispassionswerebooksandkittensanddancing,clumsyashewas.Buthegrewillatthesightofblood,andwepttoseeevenachickenslaughtered.Adozenmasters-at-armscameandwentatHornHill,tryingtoturnSamwellintotheknighthisfatherwanted.Theboywascursedandcaned,slappedandstarved.Onemanhadhimsleepinhischainmailtomakehimmoremartial.Anotherdressedhiminhismother’sclothingandparadedhimthroughthebaileytoshamehimintovalor.Heonlygrewfatterandmorefrightened,untilLordRandyll’sdisappointmentturnedtoangerandthentoloathing."Onetime,"Samconfided,hisvoicedroppingfromawhisper,"twomencametothecastle,warlocksfromQarthwithwhiteskinandbluelips.Theyslaughteredabullaurochsandmademebatheinthehotblood,butitdidn’tmakemebraveasthey’dpromised.Igotsickandretched.Fatherhadthemscourged."

           Finally,afterthreegirlsinasmanyyears,LadyTarlygaveherlordhusbandasecondson.Fromthatday,LordRandyllignoredSam,devotingallhistimetotheyoungerboy,afierce,robustchildmoretohisliking.Samwellhadknownseveralyearsofsweetpeacewithhismusicandhisbooks.

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