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Jon

           

           "Yourroof,yourrule,"saidThorenSmallwood,andLordMormontnoddedstiffly,thoughhelookednonetoopleased.

           "That’ssettled,then."Crastergrudgedthemagrunt."D’yahaveamancandrawamap?"

           "SamTarlycan."Jonpushedforward."Samlovesmaps."

           Mormontbeckonedhimcloser."Sendhimhereafterhe’seaten.Havehimbringquillandparchment.AndfindTollettaswell.Tellhimtobringmyaxe.Aguestgiftforourhost."

           "Who’sthisonenow?"CrastersaidbeforeJoncouldgo."HehasthelookofaStark."

           "Mystewardandsquire,JonSnow."

           "Abastard,isit?"CrasterlookedJonupanddown."Manwantstobedawoman,seemslikeheoughttotakehertowife.That’swhatIdo."HeshooedJonoffwithawave."Well,runanddoyourservice,bastard,andseethataxeisgoodandsharpnow,I’venousefordullsteel."

           JonSnowbowedstifflyandtookhisleave.SerOttynWytherswascominginashewasleaving,andtheyalmostcollidedatthedeerhidedoor.Outside,therainseemedtohaveslackened.Tentshadgoneupalloverthecompound.Joncouldseethetopsofothersunderthetrees.

           DolorousEddwasfeedingthehorses."Givethewildlinganaxe,whynot?"HepointedoutMormont’sweapon,ashort-haftedbattle-axewithgoldscrollworkinlaidontheblacksteelblade."He’llgiveitback,Ivow.

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