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Jon

           

           Therainmighthavestopped,butthecompoundwasstillamorassofshallowlakesandslipperymud.Blackbrotherswerefoldingtheirtents,feedingtheirhorses,andchewingonstripsofsaltbeef.JarmanBuckwell’sscoutsweretighteningthegirthsontheirsaddlesbeforesettingout."Jon,"Buckwellgreetedhimfromhorseback."Keepagoodedgeonthatbastardswordofyours.We’llbeneedingitsoonenough."

           Craster’shallwasdimafterdaylight.Inside,thenight’storcheshadburnedlow,anditwashardtoknowthatthesunhadrisen.LordMormont’sravenwasthefirsttospyhimenter.Threelazyflapsofitsgreatblackwings,anditperchedatopLongclaw’shilt."Corn?"ItnippedatastrandofJon’shair.

           "Ignorethatwretchedbeggarbird,Jon,it’sjusthadhalfmybacon."TheOldBearsatatCraster’sboard,breakinghisfastwiththeotherofficersonfriedbread,bacon,andsheepgutsausage.Craster’snewaxewasonthetable,itsgoldinlaygleamingfaintlyinthetorchlight.Itsownerwassprawledunconsciousinthesleepingloftabove,butthewomenwereallup,movingaboutandserving."Whatsortofdaydowehave?"

           "Cold,buttherainhasstopped."

           "Verygood.Seethatmyhorseissaddledandready.Imeanforustoridewithinthehour.Haveyoueaten?Crasterservesplainfare,butfilling."

           IwillnoteatCraster’sfood,hedecidedsuddenly."Ibrokemyfastwiththemen,mylord."

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