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Jon

           Throughtheshimmeringgreenery,theblacktentsofhisbrotherswereencasedinafineglazeofice.

           SothereismagicbeyondtheWallafterall.Hefoundhimselfthinkingofhissisters,perhapsbecausehe’ddreamedofthemlastnight.Sansawouldcallthisanenchantment,andtearswouldfillhereyesatthewonderofit,butAryawouldrunoutlaughingandshouting,wantingtotouchitall.

           "LordSnow?"heheard.Softandmeek.Heturned.

           Crouchedatoptherockthathadshelteredhimduringthenightwastherabbitkeeper,wrappedinablackcloaksolargeitdrownedher.Sam’scloak,Jonrealizedatonce.WhyisshewearingSam’scloak?"ThefatonetoldmeI’dfindyouhere,m’lord,"shesaid.

           "Weatetherabbit,ifthat’swhatyoucamefor."Theadmissionmadehimfeelabsurdlyguilty.

           "OldLordCrow,himwiththetalkingbird,hegaveCrasteracrossbowworthahundredrabbits."Herarmsclosedovertheswellofherbelly."Isittrue,m’lord?Areyoubrothertoaking?"

           "Ahalf-brother,"headmitted."I’mNedStark’sbastard.MybrotherRobbistheKingintheNorth.Whyareyouhere?"

           "Thefatone,thatSam,hesaidtoseeyou.Hegivemehiscloak,sonoonewouldsayIdidn’tbelong."

           "Won’tCrasterbeangrywithyou?"

           "MyfatherdrankovermuchoftheLordCrow’swinelastnight.He’llsleepmostoftheday."

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