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Jon

           Thewarmthofthefiremadehimrealizehowbone-tiredhewas,buthedarednotsleep.Hehadtakenacaptive,anditwasonhimtoguardher."Weretheyyourkin?"heaskedherquietly."Thetwowekilled?"

           "Nomorethanyouare."

           "Me?"Hefrowned."Whatdoyoumean?"

           "YousaidyouweretheBastardo’Winterfell."

           "Iam."

           "Whowasyourmother?"

           "Somewoman.Mostofthemare."Someonehadsaidthattohimonce.Hedidnotrememberwho.

           Shesmiledagain,aflashofwhiteteeth."Andsheneversungyouthesongo’thewinterrose?"

           "Ineverknewmymother.Oranysuchsong."

           "BaeltheBardmadeit,"saidYgritte."HewasKing-beyond-the-Wallalongtimeback.Allthefreefolkknowhissongs,butmightbeyoudon’tsingtheminthesouth."

           "Winterfell’snotinthesouth,"Jonobjected.

           "Yesitis.EverythingbelowtheWall’ssouthtous."

           Hehadneverthoughtofitthatway."Isupposeit’sallinwhereyou’restanding."

           "Aye,"Ygritteagreed."Italwaysis."

           "Tellme,"Jonurgedher.ItwouldbehoursbeforeQhorincameup,andastorywouldhelpkeephimawake."Iwanttohearthistaleofyours."

           "Mightbeyouwon’tlikeitmuch."

           "I’llhearitallthesame."

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