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Jon

           AllthatthegodshadgiventoCerseiandJaime,theyhaddeniedTyrion.Hewasadwarf,halfhisbrother’sheight,strugglingtokeeppaceonstuntedlegs.Hisheadwastoolargeforhisbody,withabrute’ssquashed-infacebeneathaswollenshelfofbrow.Onegreeneyeandoneblackonepeeredoutfromunderalankfallofhairsoblonditseemedwhite.Jonwatchedhimwithfascination.

           Thelastofthehighlordstoenterwerehisuncle,BenjenStarkoftheNight’sWatch,andhisfather’sward,youngTheonGreyjoy.BenjengaveJonawarmsmileashewentby.Theonignoredhimutterly,buttherewasnothingnewinthat.Afterallhadbeenseated,toastsweremade,thanksweregivenandreturned,andthenthefeastingbegan.

           Jonhadstarteddrinkingthen,andhehadnotstopped.

           Somethingrubbedagainsthislegbeneaththetable.Jonsawredeyesstaringupathim."Hungryagain?"heasked.Therewasstillhalfahoneyedchickeninthecenterofthetable.Jonreachedouttotearoffaleg,thenhadabetteridea.Heknifedthebirdwholeandletthecarcassslidetothefloorbetweenhislegs.Ghostrippedintoitinsavagesilence.Hisbrothersandsistershadnotbeenpermittedtobringtheirwolvestothebanquet,butthereweremorecursthanJoncouldcountatthisendofthehall,andnoonehadsaidawordabouthispup.Hetoldhimselfhewasfortunateinthattoo.

           Hiseyesstung.Jonrubbedatthemsavagely,cursingthesmoke.Heswallowedanothergulpofwineandwatchedhisdirewolfdevourthechicken.

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