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Jon

           

           "Old,"Mormont’sravenscreamedasitflappedinnoisycirclesabouttheirheads."Old,old,old."

           "Quiet,"Mormontgrowledupatthebird.TheOldBearwastooproudtoadmittoweakness,butJonwasnotdeceived.Thestrainofkeepingupwithyoungermenwastakingitstoll.

           "Theseheightswillbeeasytodefend,ifneedbe,"Thorenpointedoutashewalkedhishorsealongtheringofstones,hissable-trimmedcloakstirringinthewind.

           "Yes,thisplacewilldo."TheOldBearliftedahandtothewind,andtheravenlandedonhisforearm,clawsscrabblingagainsthisblackringmail.

           "Whataboutwater,mylord?"Jonwondered.

           "Wecrossedabrookatthefootofthehill."

           "Alongclimbforadrink,"Jonpointedout,"andoutsidetheringofstones."

           Thorensaid,"Areyoutoolazytoclimbahill,boy?"

           WhenLordMormontsaid,"We’renotliketofindanotherplaceasstrong.We’llcarrywater,andmakecertainwearewellsupplied,"Jonknewbetterthantoargue.Sothecommandwasgiven,andthebrothersoftheNight’sWatchraisedtheircampbehindthestoneringtheFirstMenhadmade.Blacktentssproutedlikemushroomsafterarain,andblanketsandbedrollscoveredthebareground.Stewardstetheredthegarronsinlonglines,andsawthemfedandwatered.

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