Jon

           WhenQhorinHalfhandtoldhimtofindsomebrushforafire,Jonknewtheirendwasnear.

           Itwillbegoodtofeelwarmagain,ifonlyforalittlewhile,hetoldhimselfwhilehehackedbarebranchesfromthetrunkofadeadtree.Ghostsatonhishauncheswatching,silentasever.WillhehowlformewhenI’mdead,asBran’swolfhowledwhenhefell?Jonwondered.WillShaggydoghowl,faroffinWinterfell,andGreyWindandNymeria,wherevertheymightbe?

           ThemoonwasrisingbehindonemountainandthesunsinkingbehindanotherasJonstrucksparksfromflintanddagger,untilfinallyawispofsmokeappeared.Qhorincameandstoodoverhimasthefirstflameroseupflickeringfromtheshavingsofbarkanddeaddrypineneedles."Asshyasamaidonherweddingnight,"thebigrangersaidinasoftvoice,"andnearasfair.Sometimesamanforgetshowprettyafirecanbe."

           Hewasnotamanyou’dexpecttospeakofmaidsandweddingnights.SofarasJonknew,QhorinhadspenthiswholelifeintheWatch.Didheeverloveamaidorhaveawedding?Hecouldnotask.Insteadhefannedthefire.Whentheblazewasalla-crackle,hepeeledoffhisstiffglovestowarmhishands,andsighed,wonderingifeverakisshadfeltasgood.Thewarmthspreadthroughhisfingerslikemeltingbutter.

           TheHalfhandeasedhimselftothegroundandsatcross-leggedbythefire,theflickeringlightplayingacrossthehardplanesofhisface.

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