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Jon

           well,years,intruth."

           "Mormontwantedthosemapsalittlesoonerthanthat."Jonpluckedascrollfromabin,blewofftheworstofthedust.Acornerflakedoffbetweenhisfingersasheunrolledit."Look,thisoneiscrumbling,"hesaid,frowningoverthefadedscript.

           "Begentle."Samcamearoundthetableandtookthescrollfromhishand,holdingitasifitwereawoundedanimal."Theimportantbooksusedtobecopiedoverwhentheyneededthem.Someoftheoldesthavebeencopiedhalfahundredtimes,probably."

           "Well,don’tbothercopyingthatone.Twenty-threebarrelsofpickledcod,eighteenjarsoffishoil,acaskofsalt..."

           "Aninventory,"Samsaid,"orperhapsabillofsale."

           "Whocareshowmuchpickledcodtheyatesixhundredyearsago?"Jonwondered.

           "Iwould."SamcarefullyreplacedthescrollinthebinfromwhichJonhadpluckedit."Youcanlearnsomuchfromledgerslikethat,trulyyoucan.ItcantellyouhowmanymenwereintheNight’sWatchthen,howtheylived,whattheyate..."

           "Theyatefood,"saidJon,"andtheylivedaswelive."

           "You’dbesurprised.Thisvaultisatreasure,Jon."

           "Ifyousayso."Jonwasdoubtful.Treasuremeantgold,silver,andjewels,notdust,spiders,androttingleather.

           "Ido,"thefatboyblurted.

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