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Jon

           Chett’shoundsbarkedwildlyinanswer,snarlingandsnappingdespitehiscurses,withapairofCraster’sdogsbarkingback.WhentheysawGhost,someofthedogsbrokeoffandran,whileothersbegantobayandgrowl.Thedirewolfignoredthem,asdidJon.

           Well,thirtyofuswillbewarmanddry,Jonthoughtoncehe’dgottenagoodlookatthehall.Perhapsasmanyasfifty.Theplacewasmuchtoosmalltosleeptwohundredmen,somostwouldneedtoremainoutside.Andwheretoputthem?Therainhadturnedhalfthecompoundyardtoankle-deeppuddlesandtheresttosuckingmud.Anotherdismalnightwasinprospect.

           TheLordCommanderhadentrustedhismounttoDolorousEdd.Hewascleaningmudoutofthehorse’shoovesasJondismounted."LordMormont’sinthehall,"heannounced."Hesaidforyoutojoinhim.Bestleavethewolfoutside,helookshungryenoughtoeatoneofCraster’schildren.Well,truthbetold,I’mhungryenoughtoeatoneofCraster’schildren,solongashewasservedhot.Goon,I’llseetoyourhorse.Ifit’swarmanddryinside,don’ttellme,Iwasn’taskedin."Heflickedaglobofwetmudoutfromunderahorseshoe."Doesthismudlooklikeshittoyou?CoulditbethatthiswholehillismadeofCraster’sshit?"

           Jonsmiled."Well,Ihearhe’sbeenherealongtime."

           "Youcheermenot.GoseetheOldBear."

           "Ghost,stay,"hecommanded.

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