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Jon

           ThebrothersjokedthathehadbeengiventhetwougliestmenintheNight’sWatch;beingblind,hewassparedhavingtolookatthem.Clydaswasshort,bald,andchinless,withsmallpinkeyeslikeamole.Chetthadawenonhisneckthesizeofapigeon’segg,andafaceredwithboilsandpimples.Perhapsthatwaswhyhealwaysseemedsoangry.

           ItwasChettwhoansweredJon’sknock."IneedtospeaktoMaesterAemon,"Jontoldhim.

           "Themaesterisabed,asyoushouldbe.Comebackonthemorrowandmaybehe’llseeyou."Hebegantoshutthedoor.

           Jonjammeditopenwithhisboot."Ineedtospeaktohimnow.Themorningwillbetoolate."

           Chettscowled."Themaesterisnotaccustomedtobeingwokeninthenight.Doyouknowhowoldheis?"

           "Oldenoughtotreatvisitorswithmorecourtesythanyou,"Jonsaid."Givehimmypardons.Iwouldnotdisturbhisrestifitwerenotimportant."

           "AndifIrefuse?"

           Jonhadhisbootwedgedsolidlyinthedoor."IcanstandhereallnightifImust."

           Theblackbrothermadeadisgustednoiseandopenedthedoortoadmithim."Waitinthelibrary.There’swood.Startafire.Iwon’thavethemaestercatchingachillonaccountofyou."

           JonhadthelogscracklingmerrilybythetimeChettledinMaesterAemon.Theoldmanwascladinhisbedrobe,butaroundhisthroatwasthechaincollarofhisorder.Amaesterdidnotremoveiteventosleep."Thechairbesidethefirewouldbepleasant,"hesaidwhenhefeltthewarmthonhisface.

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