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Jon

           

           Themorningskywasstreakedbythingreyclouds,butthepaleredlinewastherebehindthem.TheblackbrothershaddubbedthewandererMormont’sTorch,saying(onlyhalfinjest)thatthegodsmusthavesentittolighttheoldman’swaythroughthehauntedforest.

           "Thecomet’ssobrightyoucanseeitbydaynow,"Samsaid,shadinghiseyeswithafistfulofbooks.

           "Nevermindaboutcomets,it’smapstheOldBearwants."

           Ghostlopedaheadofthem.Thegroundsseemeddesertedthismorning,withsomanyrangersoffatthebrothelinMole’sTown,diggingforburiedtreasureanddrinkingthemselvesblind.Grennhadgonewiththem.PypandHalderandToadhadofferedtobuyhimhisfirstwomantocelebratehisfirstranging.They’dwantedJonandSamtocomeaswell,butSamwasalmostasfrightenedofwhoresashewasofthehauntedforest,andJonhadwantednopartofit."Dowhatyouwant,"hetoldToad,"Itookavow."

           Astheypassedthesept,heheardvoicesraisedinsong.Somemenwantwhoresontheeveofbattle,andsomewantgods.Jonwonderedwhofeltbetterafterward.Thesepttemptedhimnomorethanthebrothel;hisowngodskepttheirtemplesinthewildplaces,wheretheweirwoodsspreadtheirbone-whitebranches.TheSevenhavenopowerbeyondtheWall,hethought,butmygodswillbewaiting.

           Outsidethearmory,SerEndrewTarthwasworkingwithsomerawrecruits.

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