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Jon

           Jonwenttogatherfuel,diggingdownunderdeadfallsforthedrierwoodbeneathandpeelingbacklayersofsoddenpineneedlesuntilhefoundlikelykindling.Eventhen,itseemedtotakeforeverforasparktocatch.Hehunghiscloakfromtherocktokeeptherainoffhissmokylittlefire,makingthemasmallsnugalcove.

           Asheknelttoskintherabbit,Sampulledoffhisboots."Ithinkthere’smossgrowingbetweenmytoes,"hedeclaredmournfully,wrigglingthetoesinquestion."Therabbitwilltastegood.Idon’tevenmindaboutthebloodandall."Helookedaway."Well,onlyalittle..."

           Jonspittedthecarcass,bankedthefirewithapairofrocks,andbalancedtheirmealatopthem.Therabbithadbeenascrawnything,butasitcookeditsmelledlikeaking’sfeast.Otherrangersgavethemenviouslooks.EvenGhostlookeduphungrily,flamesshininginhisredeyesashesniffed."Youhadyoursbefore,"Jonremindedhim.

           "IsCrasterassavageastherangerssay?"Samasked.Therabbitwasashadeunderdone,buttastedwonderful."What’shiscastlelike?"

           "Amiddenheapwitharoofandafire-pit."JontoldSamwhathehadseenandheardinCraster’sKeep.

           Bythetimethetellingwasdone,itwasdarkoutsideandSamwaslickinghisfingers."Thatwasgood,butnowI’dlikealegoflamb.Awholeleg,justforme,saucedwithmintandhoneyandcloves.

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