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Jon

           Samblushedavividcrimsonandtrippedoverhisowntongueashetriedtostammeroutacourtesy.Jonhadtosmile.

           Whentheyemergedfromunderthetrees,Mormontspurredhistoughlittlegarrontoatrot.Ghostcamestreakingoutfromthewoodstomeetthem,lickinghischops,hismuzzleredfromprey.Highabove,themenontheWallsawthecolumnapproaching.Jonheardthedeep,throatycallofthewatchman’sgreathorn,callingoutacrossthemiles;asinglelongblastthatshudderedthroughthetreesandechoedofftheice.

           UUUUUUUOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooooooooooo.

           Thesoundfadedslowlytosilence.Oneblastmeantrangersreturning,andJonthought,Iwasarangerforoneday,atleast.Whatevermaycome,theycannottakethatawayfromme.

           BowenMarshwaswaitingatthefirstgateastheyledtheirgarronsthroughtheicytunnel.TheLordStewardwasred-facedandagitated."Mylord,"heblurtedatMormontasheswungopentheironbars,"there’sbeenabird,youmustcomeatonce."

           "Whatisit,man?"Mormontsaidgruffly.

           Curiously,MarshglancedatJonbeforeheanswered."MaesterAemonhastheletter.He’swaitinginyoursolar."

           "Verywell.Jon,seetomyhorse,andtellSerJaremytoputthedeadmeninastoreroomuntilthemaesterisreadyforthem."Mormontstrodeawaygrumbling.

           Astheyledtheirhorsesbacktothestable,Jonwasuncomfortablyawarethatpeoplewerewatchinghim.SerAlliserThornewasdrillinghisboysintheyard,buthebrokeofftostareatJon,afainthalfsmileonhislips.

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