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Jon

           Thewordshurt,evennow.Ithadbeensolong,itseemedfollytoclingtothehopethatBenStarkwasstillalive,butJonSnowwasnothingifnotstubborn.

           "IthasbeencloseonhalfayearsinceBenjenleftus,mylord,"SerJaremywenton."Theforestisvast.Thewildlingsmighthavefallenonhimanywhere.I’dwagerthesetwowerethelastsurvivorsofhisparty,ontheirwaybacktous...buttheenemycaughtthembeforetheycouldreachthesafetyoftheWall.Thecorpsesarestillfresh,thesemencannothavebeendeadmorethanaday...."

           "No,"SamwellTarlysqueaked.

           Jonwasstartled.Sam’snervous,high-pitchedvoicewasthelasthewouldhaveexpectedtohear.Thefatboywasfrightenedoftheofficers,andSerJaremywasnotknownforhispatience.

           "Ididnotaskforyourviews,boy,"Rykkersaidcoldly.

           "Lethimspeak,ser,"Jonblurted.

           Mormont’seyesflickedfromSamtoJonandbackagain."Iftheladhassomethingtosay,I’llhearhimout.Comecloser,boy.Wecan’tseeyoubehindthosehorses."

           SamedgedpastJonandthegarrons,sweatingprofusely."Mylord,it...itcan’tbeadayor...look...theblood..."

           "Yes?"Mormontgrowledimpatiently."Blood,whatofit?"

           "Hesoilshissmallclothesatthesightofit,"Chettshoutedout,andtherangerslaughed.

           Sammoppedatthesweatonhisbrow."You...youcanseewhereGhost...Jon’sdirewolf...youcanseewherehetoreoffthatman’shand,andyet...thestumphasn’tbled,look..."Hewavedahand."Myfather...

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