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Jon

           Snowoftenmeantdeathinthenorth.

           "WasthereanythinginWhitetree?"

           "Bones,ashes,andemptyhouses."JonhandedSamtherollofparchment."TheOldBearwantswordsentbacktoAemon."

           Samtookabirdfromoneofthecages,strokeditsfeathers,attachedthemessage,andsaid,"Flyhomenow,braveone.Home."Theravenquorkedsomethingunintelligiblebackathim,andSamtosseditintotheair.Flapping,itbeatitswayskywardthroughthetrees."Iwishhecouldcarrymewithhim."

           "Still?"

           "Well,"saidSam,"yes,but...I’mnotasfrightenedasIwas,truly.Thefirstnight,everytimeIheardsomeonegettinguptomakewater,Ithoughtitwaswildlingscreepingintoslitmythroat.IwasafraidthatifIclosedmyeyes,Imightneveropenthemagain,only...well...dawncameafterall."Hemanagedawansmile."Imaybecraven,butI’mnotstupid.I’msoreandmybackachesfromridingandfromsleepingontheground,butI’mhardlyscaredatall.Look."HeheldoutahandforJontoseehowsteadyitwas."I’vebeenworkingonmymaps."

           Theworldisstrange,Jonthought.TwohundredbravemenhadlefttheWall,andtheonlyonewhowasnotgrowingmorefearfulwasSam,theself-confessedcoward."We’llmakearangerofyouyet,"hejoked."Nextthing,you’llwanttobeanoutriderlikeGrenn.

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