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Jon

           Itwouldbepleasanttorideinthelightforatime,toletthebrightmountainsunsoakthroughtheircloaksandchasethechillfromtheirbones,buttheydarednot.Wheretherewerethreewatcherstheremightbeothers,waitingtosoundthealarm.

           Stonesnakecurledupunderhisraggedfurcloakandwasasleepalmostatonce.JonsharedhissaltbeefwithGhostwhileEbbenandSquireDalbridgefedthehorses.QhorinHalfhandsatwithhisbacktoarock,honingtheedgeofhislongswordwithlongslowstrokes.Jonwatchedtherangerforafewmoments,thensummonedhiscourageandwenttohim."Mylord,"hesaid,"youneveraskedmehowitwent.Withthegirl."

           "Iamnolord,JonSnow."Qhorinslidthestonesmoothlyalongthesteelwithhistwo-fingeredhand.

           "ShetoldmeMancewouldtakeme,ifIranwithher."

           "Shetoldyoutrue."

           "Sheevenclaimedwewerekin.Shetoldmeastory..."

           "...ofBaeltheBardandtheroseofWinterfell.SoStonesnaketoldme.IthappensIknowthesong.Mancewouldsingitofold,whenhecamebackfromaranging.Hehadapassionforwildlingmusic.Aye,andfortheirwomenaswell."

           "Youknewhim?"

           "Weallknewhim."Hisvoicewassad.

           Theywerefriendsaswellasbrothers,Jonrealized,andnowtheyareswornfoes."Whydidhedesert?"

           "Forawench,somesay.Foracrown,otherswouldhaveit."

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