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Jon

           

           Inthemidstofthebaggagetrain,JonpassedSamwellTarly,slumpedinhissaddleunderawidefloppyhat.Hewasridingonedrayhorseandleadingtheothers.Thedrummingoftherainagainstthehoodsoftheircageshadtheravenssquawkingandfluttering."Youputafoxinwiththem?"Joncalledout.

           WaterranoffthebrimofSam’shatasheliftedhishead."Oh,hullo,Jon.No,theyjusthatetherain,thesameasus."

           "Howareyoufaring,Sam?"

           "Wetly."Thefatboymanagedasmile."Nothinghaskilledmeyet,though."

           "Good.Craster’sKeepisjustahead.Ifthegodsaregood,he’llletussleepbyhisfire."

           Samlookeddubious."DolorousEddsaysCraster’saterriblesavage.Hemarrieshisdaughtersandobeysnolawsbutthosehemakeshimself.AndDywentoldGrennhe’sgotblackbloodinhisveins.Hismotherwasawildlingwomanwholaywitharanger,sohe’sabas..."Suddenlyherealizedwhathewasabouttosay.

           "Abastard,"Jonsaidwithalaugh."Youcansayit,Sam.I’veheardthewordbefore."Heputthespurstohissurefootedlittlegarron."IneedtohuntdownSerOttyn.BecarefularoundCraster’swomen."AsifSamwellTarlyneededwarningonthatscore."We’lltalklater,afterwe’vemadecamp."

           JoncarriedthewordbacktoSerOttynWythers,ploddingalongwiththerearguard.

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