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Jon

           "Anddon’tthinkthismeansIapproveofthatnonsenseinthecommonhall.Valormakesupforafairamountoffolly,butyou’renotaboyanymore,howevermanyyearsyou’veseen.That’saman’sswordyouhavethere,anditwilltakeamantowieldher.I’llexpectyoutoactthepart,henceforth."

           "Yes,mylord."Jonslidtheswordbackintothesilver-bandedscabbard.Ifnotthebladehewouldhavechosen,itwasnonethelessanoblegift,andfreeinghimfromAlliserThorne’smalignancewasnoblerstill.

           TheOldBearscratchedathischin."Ihadforgottenhowmuchanewbearditches,"hesaid."Well,nohelpforthat.Isthathandofyourshealedenoughtoresumeyourduties?"

           "Yes,mylord."

           "Good.Thenightwillbecold,I’llwanthotspicewine.Findmeaflagonofred,nottoosour,anddon’tskimponthespices.AndtellHobbthatifhesendsmeboiledmuttonagainI’mliketoboilhim.Thatlasthaunchwasgrey.Eventhebirdwouldn’ttouchit."Hestrokedtheraven’sheadwithhisthumb,andthebirdmadeacontentedquorkingsound."Awaywithyou.I’veworktodo."

           Theguardssmiledathimfromtheirnichesashewoundhiswaydowntheturretstair,carryingtheswordinhisgoodhand."Sweetsteel,"onemansaid."Youearnedthat,Snow,"anothertoldhim.Jonmadehimselfsmilebackatthem,buthisheartwasnotinit.Heknewheshouldbepleased,yethedidnotfeelit.Hishandached,andthetasteofangerwasinhismouth,thoughhecouldnothavesaidwhohewasangrywithorwhy.

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