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Jon

           Astheypassedthewinefromhandtohand,grinninglikefools,JonnoticedSamwellTarlystandingbyhimselfbeneathabaredeadtreeinthecorneroftheyard.Jonofferedhimtheskin."Aswallowofwine?"

           Samshookhishead."Nothankyou,Jon."

           "Areyouwell?"

           "Verywell,truly,"thefatboylied."Iamsohappyforyouall."Hisroundfacequiveredasheforcedasmile."YouwillbeFirstRangersomeday,justasyourunclewas."

           "Is,"Joncorrected.HewouldnotacceptthatBenjenStarkwasdead.Beforehecouldsaymore,Haidercried,"Here,youplanningtodrinkthatallyourself?"Pypsnatchedtheskinfromhishandanddancedaway,laughing.WhileGrennseizedhisarm,Pypgavetheskinasqueeze,andathinstreamofredsquirtedJonintheface.Haiderhowledinprotestatthewasteofgoodwine.Jonsputteredandstruggled.MattharandJerenclimbedthewallandbeganpeltingthemallwithsnowballs.

           Bythetimehewrenchedfree,withsnowinhishairandwinestainsonhissurcoat,SamwellTarlyhadgone.

           Thatnight,Three-FingerHobbcookedtheboysaspecialmealtomarktheoccasion.WhenJonarrivedatthecommonhall,theLordStewardhimselfledhimtothebenchnearthefire.Theoldermenclappedhimonthearminpassing.Theeightsoon-to-bebrothersfeastedonrackoflambbakedinacrustofgarlicandherbs,garnishedwithsprigsofmint,andsurroundedbymashedyellowturnipsswimminginbutter."FromtheLordCommander’sowntable,"BowenMarshtoldthem.

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