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Jon

           SowhydoIfeelsoashamed?

           JontookhisaccustomedpositionatMormont’ssideastheNight’sWatchstreamedoutpasttheskullsonCraster’sgate.Theystruckoffnorthandwestalongacrookedgametrail.Meltingicedrippeddownallaboutthem,aslowersortofrainwithitsownsoftmusic.Northofthecompound,thebrookwasinfullspate,chokedwithleavesandbitsofwood,butthescoutshadfoundwherethefordlayandthecolumnwasabletosplashacross.Thewaterranashighasahorse’sbelly.Ghostswam,emergingonthebankwithhiswhitefurdrippingbrown.Whenheshook,sprayingmudandwaterinalldirections,Mormontsaidnothing,butonhisshouldertheravenscreeched.

           "Mylord,"Jonsaidquietlyasthewoodclosedinaroundthemoncemore."Crasterhasnosheep.Noranysons."

           Mormontmadenoanswer.

           "AtWinterfelloneoftheservingwomentoldusstories,"Jonwenton."SheusedtosaythattherewerewildlingswhowouldlaywiththeOtherstobirthhalf-humanchildren."

           "Hearthtales.DoesCrasterseemlessthanhumantoyou?"

           Inhalfahundredways."Hegiveshissonstothewood."

           Alongsilence.Then:"Yes."And"Yes,"theravenmuttered,strutting."Yes,yes,yes."

           "Youknew?"

           "Smallwoodtoldme.Longago.Alltherangersknow,thoughfewwilltalkofit."

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