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Jon

           Loseyourwolf?"

           "He’soffhunting."Ghostdidnotliketotravelwiththecolumn,buthewouldnotbefar.Whentheymadecampforthenight,he’dfindhiswaytoJonattheLordCommander’stent.

           "Fishing,I’dcallit,inthiswet,"Dywensaid.

           "Mymotheralwayssaidrainwasgoodforgrowingcrops,"Grennputinhopefully.

           "Aye,agoodcropofmildew,"Dywensaid."Thebestthingaboutarainlikethis,itsavesamanfromtakingbaths."Hemadeaclackingsoundonhiswoodenteeth.

           "Buckwell’sfoundCraster,"Jontoldthem.

           "Hadhelosthim?"Dywenchuckled."Seethatyouyoungbucksdon’tgonosingaboutCraster’swives,youhear?"

           Jonsmiled."Wantthemallforyourself,Dywen?"

           Dywenclackedhisteethsomemore."MightbeIdo.Craster’sgottenfingersandonecock,sohedon’tcountbuttoeleven.He’dnevermissacouple."

           "Howmanywivesdoeshehave,truly?"Grennasked.

           "More’nyoueverwill,brother.Well,it’snotsohardwhenyoubreedyourown.There’syourbeast,Snow."

           GhostwastrottingalongbesideJon’shorsewithtailheldhigh,hiswhitefurruffed-upthickagainsttherain.HemovedsosilentlyJoncouldnothavesaidjustwhenheappeared.

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