Игра престолов

Jon

           Dogsmovedbetweenthetables,trailingaftertheservinggirls.Oneofthem,ablackmongrelbitchwithlongyelloweyes,caughtascentofthechicken.Shestoppedandedgedunderthebenchtogetashare.Jonwatchedtheconfrontation.Thebitchgrowledlowinherthroatandmovedcloser.Ghostlookedup,silent,andfixedthedogwiththosehotredeyes.Thebitchsnappedanangrychallenge.Shewasthreetimesthesizeofthedirewolfpup.Ghostdidnotmove.Hestoodoverhisprizeandopenedhismouth,baringhisfangs.Thebitchtensed,barkedagain,thenthoughtbetterofthisfight.Sheturnedandslunkaway,withonelastdefiantsnaptosaveherpride.Ghostwentbacktohismeal.

           Jongrinnedandreachedunderthetabletoruffletheshaggywhitefur.Thedirewolflookedupathim,nippedgentlyathishand,thenwentbacktoeating.

           "IsthisoneofthedirewolvesI’veheardsomuchof?"afamiliarvoiceaskedcloseathand.

           JonlookeduphappilyashisuncleBenputahandonhisheadandruffledhishairmuchasJonhadruffledthewolf’s."Yes,"hesaid."HisnameisGhost."

           Oneofthesquiresinterruptedthebawdystoryhe’dbeentellingtomakeroomatthetablefortheirlord’sbrother.BenjenStarkstraddledthebenchwithlonglegsandtookthewinecupoutofJon’shand."Summerwine,"hesaidafterataste."Nothingsosweet.Howmanycupshaveyouhad,Jon?"

           Jonsmiled.

           BenStarklaughed."AsIfeared.Ah,well.IbelieveIwasyoungerthanyouthefirsttimeIgottrulyandsincerelydrunk."

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