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Jon

           

           Outunderthetrees,somerangershadfoundenoughduffanddrywoodtostartafirebeneathaslantingridgeofslate.Othershadraisedtentsormaderudesheltersbystretchingtheircloaksoverlowbranches.Gianthadcrammedhimselfinsidethehollowofadeadoak."Howd’yelikemycastle,LordSnow?"

           "Itlookssnug.YouknowwhereSamis?"

           "Keeponthewayyouwere.IfyoucomeonSerOttyn’spavilion,you’vegonetoofar."Giantsmiled."UnlessSam’sfoundhimatreetoo.Whatatreethatwouldbe."

           ItwasGhostwhofoundSamintheend.Thedirewolfshotaheadlikeaquarrelfromacrossbow.Underanoutcropofrockthatgavesomesmalldegreeofshelterfromtherain,Samwasfeedingtheravens.Hisbootssquishedwhenhemoved."Myfeetaresoakedthrough,"headmittedmiserably."WhenIclimbedoffmyhorse,Isteppedinaholeandwentinuptomyknees."

           "Takeoffyourbootsanddryyourstockings.I’llfindsomedrywood.Iftheground’snotwetundertherock,wemightbeabletogetafireburning."JonshowedSamtherabbit."Andwe’llfeast."

           "Won’tyoubeattendingLordMormontinthehall?"

           "No,butyouwill.TheOldBearwantsyoutomapforhim.Crastersayshe’llfindManceRayderforus."

           "Oh."SamdidnotlookanxioustomeetCraster,evenifitmeantawarmfire.

           "Hesaideatfirst,though.Dryyourfeet."

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