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Jon

           Aflatnoseandadroopingmouthgavehimacruellook,andoneofhisearswasmissing.Sothisisawildling.JonrememberedOldNan’stalesofthesavagefolkwhodrankbloodfromhumanskulls.Crasterseemedtobedrinkingathinyellowbeerfromachippedstonecup.Perhapshehadnotheardthestories.

           "I’venotseenBenjenStarkforthreeyears,"hewastellingMormont."Andiftruthbetold,Ineveroncemissedhim."Ahalf-dozenblackpuppiesandtheoddpigortwoskulkedamongthebenches,whilewomeninraggeddeerskinspassedhornsofbeer,stirredthefire,andchoppedcarrotsandonionsintoakettle.

           "Heoughttohavepassedherelastyear,"saidThorenSmallwood.Adogcamesniffingroundhisleg.Hekickeditandsentitoffyipping.

           LordMormontsaid,"BenwassearchingforSerWaymarRoyce,who’dvanishedwithGaredandyoungWill."

           "Aye,thosethreeIrecall.Thelordlingnoolderthanoneofthesepups.Tooproudtosleepundermyroof,himinhissablecloakandblacksteel.Mywivesgivehimbigcoweyesallthesame."Heturnedhissquintonthenearestofthewomen."Garedsaystheywerechasingraiders.Itoldhim,withacommanderthatgreen,bestnotcatch‘em.Garedwasn’thalf-bad,foracrow.Hadlessearsthanme,thatone.The‘bitetook‘em,sameasmine."Crasterlaughed."NowIhearhegotnoheadneither.

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