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Jon

           Anythingcouldbemovingunderthatsea,creepingtowardtheringfortthroughthedarkofthewood,concealedbeneaththosetrees.Anything.Howwouldtheyeverknow?Hestoodthereforalongtime,untilthesunvanishedbehindthesaw-toothedmountainsanddarknessbegantocreepthroughtheforest.

           "Jon?"SamwellTarlycalledup."Ithoughtitlookedlikeyou.Areyouwell?"

           "Wellenough."Jonhoppeddown."Howdidyoufaretoday?"

           "Well.Ifaredwell.Truly."

           Jonwasnotabouttosharehisdisquietwithhisfriend,notwhenSamwellTarlywasatlastbeginningtofindhiscourage."TheOldBearmeanstowaithereforQhorinHalfhandandthemenfromtheShadowTower."

           "Itseemsastrongplace,"saidSam."AringfortoftheFirstMen.Doyouthinktherewerebattlesfoughthere?"

           "Nodoubt.You’dbestgetabirdready.Mormontwillwanttosendbackword."

           "IwishIcouldsendthemall.Theyhatebeingcaged."

           "Youwouldtoo,ifyoucouldfly."

           "IfIcouldfly,I’dbebackatCastleBlackeatingaporkpie,"saidSam.

           Jonclappedhimontheshoulderwithhisburnedhand.Theywalkedbackthroughthecamptogether.Cookfireswerebeinglitallaroundthem.Overhead,thestarswerecomingout.ThelongredtailofMormont’sTorchburnedasbrightasthemoon.Jonheardtheravensbeforehesawthem.Somewerecallinghisname.

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