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Jon

           They’dbeendeadalongtime,only...thebodiesarequeer."

           "Queer?"Pypwasallcuriosity."Howqueer?"

           "Samwilltellyou."Jondidnotwanttotalkofit."IshouldseeiftheOldBearhasneedofme."

           HewalkedtotheLordCommander’sToweralone,withacurioussenseofapprehension.Thebrothersonguardeyedhimsolemnlyasheapproached."TheOldBear’sinhissolar,"oneofthemannounced."Hewasaskingforyou."

           Jonnodded.Heshouldhavecomestraightfromthestable.Heclimbedthetowerstepsbriskly.Hewantswineorafireinhishearth,that’sall,hetoldhimself.

           Whenheenteredthesolar,Mormont’sravenscreamedathim."Corn!"thebirdshrieked."Corn!Corn!Corn!"

           "Don’tyoubelieveit,Ijustfedhim,"theOldBeargrowled.Hewasseatedbythewindow,readingaletter."Bringmeacupofwine,andpouroneforyourself."

           "Formyself,mylord?"

           MormontliftedhiseyesfromthelettertostareatJon.Therewaspityinthatlook;hecouldtasteit."Youheardme."

           Jonpouredwithexaggeratedcare,vaguelyawarethathewasdrawingouttheact.Whenthecupswerefilled,hewouldhavenochoicebuttofacewhateverwasinthatletter.Yetalltoosoon,theywerefilled."Sit,boy,"Mormontcommandedhim."Drink."

           Jonremainedstanding."It’smyfather,isn’tit?"

           TheOldBeartappedtheletterwithafinger."Yourfatherandtheking,"herumbled."Iwon’tlietoyou,it’sgrievousnews.

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