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Jon

           

           Larkmadeagrabforthesecondrabbit,butGhostwasquicker.Whenhebaredhisteeth,theSistermanslippedinthemudandwentdownonhisbonybutt.Theotherslaughed.ThedirewolftooktherabbitinhismouthandbroughtittoJon.

           "Therewasnocalltoscarethegirl,"hetoldthem.

           "We’llhearnoscoldsfromyou,bastard."ChettblamedJonforthelossofhiscomfortablepositionwithMaesterAemon,andnotwithoutjustice.IfhehadnotgonetoAemonaboutSamTarly,Chettwouldstillbetendinganoldblindmaninsteadofapackofill-temperedhuntinghounds."YoumaybetheLordCommander’spet,butyou’renottheLordCommander...andyouwouldn’ttalksobloodyboldwithoutthatmonsterofyoursalwaysabout."

           "I’llnotfightabrotherwhilewe’rebeyondtheWall,"Jonanswered,hisvoicecoolerthanhefelt.

           Larkgottooneknee."He’safraidofyou,Chett.OntheSisters,wehaveanameforthemlikehim."

           "Iknowallthenames.Saveyourbreath."Hewalkedaway,Ghostathisside.Therainhaddwindledtoathindrizzlebythetimehereachedthegate.Duskwouldbeonthemsoon,followedbyanotherwetdarkdismalnight.ThecloudswouldhidemoonandstarsandMormont’sTorch,turningthewoodsblackaspitch.Everypisswouldbeanadventure,ifnotquiteofthesortJonSnowhadonceenvisioned.

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