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Jon

           Thebirdswerenotshywhenitcametomakingnoise.

           Theyfeelittoo."I’dbestseetotheOldBear,"hesaid."Hegetsnoisywhenheisn’tfedaswell."

           HefoundMormonttalkingwithThorenSmallwoodandhalfadozenotherofficers."Thereyouare,"theoldmansaidgruffly."Bringussomehotwine,ifyouwould.Thenightischilly."

           "Yes,mylord."Jonbuiltacookfire,claimedasmallcaskofMormont’sfavoriterobustredfromstores,andpoureditintoakettle.Hehungthekettleabovetheflameswhilehegatheredtherestofhisingredients.TheOldBearwasparticularabouthishotspicedwine.Somuchcinnamonandsomuchnutmegandsomuchhoney,notadropmore.Raisinsandnutsanddriedberries,butnolemon,thatwastherankestsortofsouthronheresywhichwasqueer,sincehealwaystooklemoninhismorningbeer.Thedrinkmustbehottowarmamanproperly,theLordCommanderinsisted,butthewinemustneverbeallowedtocometoaboil.Jonkeptacarefuleyeonthekettle.

           Asheworked,hecouldhearthevoicesfrominsidethetent.JarmanBuckwellsaid,"TheeasiestroadupintotheFrostfangsistofollowtheMilkwaterbacktoitssource.Yetifwegothatpath,Rayderwillknowofourapproach,certainassunrise."

           "TheGiant’sStairmightserve,"saidSerMalladorLocke,"ortheSkirlingPass,ifit’sclear."

           Thewinewassteaming.

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