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Jon

           Jonliftedthekettleoffthefire,filledeightcups,andcarriedthemintothetent.TheOldBearwaspeeringatthecrudemapSamhaddrawnhimthatnightbackinCraster’sKeep.HetookacupfromJon’stray,triedaswallowofwine,andgaveabrusquenodofapproval.Hisravenhoppeddownhisarm."Corn,"itsaid."Corn.Corn."

           SerOttynWytherswavedthewineaway."Iwouldnotgointothemountainsatall,"hesaidinathin,tiredvoice."TheFrostfangshaveacruelbiteeveninsummer,andnow...ifweshouldbecaughtbyastorm..."

           "IdonotmeantorisktheFrostfangsunlessImust,"saidMormont."Wildlingscannomoreliveonsnowandstonethanwecan.Theywillemergefromtheheightssoon,andforahostofanysize,theonlyrouteisalongtheMilkwater.Ifso,wearestronglyplacedhere.Theycannothopetoslipbyus."

           "Theymaynotwishto.Theyarethousands,andwewillbethreehundredwhentheHalfhandreachesus."SerMalladoracceptedacupfromJon.

           "Ifitcomestobattle,wecouldnothopeforbettergroundthanhere,"declaredMormont."We’llstrengthenthedefenses.Pitsandspikes,caltropsscatteredontheslopes,everybreachmended.Jarman,I’llwantyoursharpesteyesaswatchers.Aringofthem,allaroundusandalongtheriver,towarnofanyapproach.Hidethemupintrees.Andwehadbeststartbringingupwatertoo,morethanweneed.We’lldigcisterns.

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