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Jon

           Thosedayswerecenturiesgone,however;now,itwasalltheycoulddotoridetheWallfromEastwatchtotheShadowTower,watchingforcracksorsignsofmeltandmakingwhatrepairstheycould.

           "TheOldBear’snofool,"Dareonobserved."You’recertaintobeabuilder,andJon’scertaintobearanger.He’sthebestswordandthebestrideramongus,andhisunclewastheFirstbeforehe..."Hisvoicetrailedoffawkwardlyasherealizedwhathehadalmostsaid.

           "BenjenStarkisstillFirstRanger,"JonSnowtoldhim,toyingwithhisbowlofblueberries.Therestmighthavegivenupallhopeofhisuncle’ssafereturn,butnothim.Hepushedawaytheberries,scarcelytouched,androsefromthebench.

           "Aren’tyougoingtoeatthose?"Toadasked.

           "They’reyours."JonhadhardlytastedHobb’sgreatfeast."Icouldnoteatanotherbite."Hetookhiscloakfromitshooknearthedoorandshoulderedhiswayout.

           Pypfollowedhim."Jon,whatisit?"

           "Sam,"headmitted."Hewasnotattabletonight."

           "It’snotlikehimtomissameal,"Pypsaidthoughtfully."Doyousupposehe’stakenill?"

           "He’sfrightened.We’releavinghim."HerememberedthedayhehadleftWinterfell,allthebittersweetfarewells;Branlyingbroken,Robbwithsnowinhishair,Aryarainingkissesonhimafterhe’dgivenherNeedle."Oncewesayourwords,we’llallhavedutiestoattendto.Someofusmaybesentaway,toEastwatchortheShadowTower.

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