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Jon

           Hehadfashionedthewoodenhilthimself,andwoundhempentwinearoundittomakeagrip.Ugly,butitserved.DolorousEddopinedthatglasskniveswereaboutasusefulasnipplesonaknight’sbreastplate,butJonwasnotsocertain.Thedragonglassbladewassharperthansteel,albeitfarmorebrittle.

           Itmusthavebeenburiedforareason.

           HehadmadeadaggerforGrennaswell,andanotherfortheLordCommander.ThewarhornhehadgiventoSam.Oncloserexaminationthehornhadprovedcracked,andevenafterhehadcleanedallthedirtout,Jonhadbeenunabletogetanysoundfromit.Therimwaschippedaswell,butSamlikedoldthings,evenworthlessoldthings."Makeadrinkinghornoutofit,"Jontoldhim,"andeverytimeyoutakeadrinkyou’llrememberhowyourangedbeyondtheWall,allthewaytotheFistoftheFirstMen."HegaveSamaspearheadandadozenarrowheadsaswell,andpassedtherestoutamonghisotherfriendsforluck.

           TheOldBearhadseemedpleasedbythedagger,buthepreferredasteelknifeathisbelt,Jonhadnoticed.Mormontcouldoffernoanswersastowhomighthaveburiedthecloakorwhatitmightmean.PerhapsQhorinwillknow.TheHalfhandhadventureddeeperintothewildthananyotherlivingman.

           "Youwanttoserve,orshallI?"

           Jonsheathedthedagger."I’lldoit."Hewantedtohearwhattheyweresaying.

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