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Jon

           "Mostravenswilleatgrain,buttheypreferflesh.Itmakesthemstrong,andIfeartheyrelishthetasteofblood.Inthattheyarelikemen...andlikemen,notallravensarealike."

           Jonhadnothingtosaytothat.Hethrewmeat,wonderingwhyhe’dbeensummoned.Nodoubttheoldmanwouldtellhim,inhisowngoodtime.MaesterAemonwasnotamantobehurried.

           "Dovesandpigeonscanalsobetrainedtocarrymessages,"themaesterwenton,"thoughtheravenisastrongerflyer,larger,bolder,farmoreclever,betterabletodefenditselfagainsthawks...yetravensareblack,andtheyeatthedead,sosomegodlymenabhorthem.BaelortheBlessedtriedtoreplacealltheravenswithdoves,didyouknow?"ThemaesterturnedhiswhiteeyesonJon,smiling."TheNight’sWatchprefersravens."

           Jon’sfingerswereinthebucket,blooduptothewrist."Dywensaysthewildlingscalluscrows,"hesaiduncertainty.

           "Thecrowistheraven’spoorcousin.Theyarebothbeggarsinblack,hatedandmisunderstood."

           Jonwishedheunderstoodwhattheyweretalkingabout,andwhy.Whatdidhecareaboutravensanddoves?Iftheoldmanhadsomethingtosaytohim,whycouldn’thejustsayit?

           "Jon,didyoueverwonderwhythemenoftheNight’sWatchtakenowivesandfathernochildren?"MaesterAemonasked.

           Jonshrugged."No."Hescatteredmoremeat.Thefingersofhislefthandwereslimywithblood,andhisrightthrobbedfromtheweightofthebucket.

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