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Up
ahead
a
hunting
horn
sounded
a
quavering
note
,
half
-
drowned
beneath
the
constant
patter
of
the
rain
.
"
Buckwell
’
s
horn
,
"
the
Old
Bear
announced
.
"
The
gods
are
good
;
Craster
’
s
still
there
.
"
His
raven
gave
a
single
flap
of
his
big
wings
,
croaked
"
Corn
,
"
and
ruffled
his
feathers
up
again
.
Jon
had
often
heard
the
black
brothers
tell
tales
of
Craster
and
his
keep
.
Now
he
would
see
it
with
his
own
eyes
.
After
seven
empty
villages
,
they
had
all
come
to
dread
finding
Craster
’
s
as
dead
and
desolate
as
the
rest
,
but
it
seemed
they
would
be
spared
that
.
Perhaps
the
Old
Bear
will
finally
get
some
answers
,
he
thought
.
Anyway
,
we
’
ll
be
out
of
the
rain
.
Thoren
Smallwood
swore
that
Craster
was
a
friend
to
the
Watch
,
despite
his
unsavory
reputation
.
"
The
man
’
s
half
-
mad
,
I
won
’
t
deny
it
,
"
he
’
d
told
the
Old
Bear
,
"
but
you
’
d
be
the
same
if
you
’
d
spent
your
life
in
this
cursed
wood
.
Even
so
,
he
’
s
never
turned
a
ranger
away
from
his
fire
,
nor
does
he
love
Mance
Rayder
.
He
’
ll
give
us
good
counsel
.
"
So
long
as
he
gives
us
a
hot
meal
and
a
chance
to
dry
our
clothes
,
I
’
ll
be
happy
.
Dywen
said
Craster
was
a
kinslayer
,
liar
,
raper
,
and
craven
,
and
hinted
that
he
trafficked
with
slavers
and
demons
.
"
And
worse
,
"
the
old
forester
would
add
,
clacking
his
wooden
teeth
.
"
There
’
s
a
cold
smell
to
that
one
,
there
is
.
"
"
Jon
,
"
Lord
Mormont
commanded
,
"
ride
back
along
the
column
and
spread
the
word
.
And
remind
the
officers
that
I
want
no
trouble
about
Craster
’
s
wives
.
The
men
are
to
mind
their
hands
and
speak
to
these
women
as
little
as
need
be
.
"
"
Aye
,
my
lord
.
"
Jon
turned
his
horse
back
the
way
they
’
d
come
.
It
was
pleasant
to
have
the
rain
out
of
his
face
,
if
only
for
a
little
while
.
Everyone
he
passed
seemed
to
be
weeping
.
The
march
was
strung
out
through
half
a
mile
of
woods
.
In
the
midst
of
the
baggage
train
,
Jon
passed
Samwell
Tarly
,
slumped
in
his
saddle
under
a
wide
floppy
hat
.
He
was
riding
one
dray
horse
and
leading
the
others
.
The
drumming
of
the
rain
against
the
hoods
of
their
cages
had
the
ravens
squawking
and
fluttering
.
"
You
put
a
fox
in
with
them
?
"
Jon
called
out
.
Water
ran
off
the
brim
of
Sam
’
s
hat
as
he
lifted
his
head
.
"
Oh
,
hullo
,
Jon
.
No
,
they
just
hate
the
rain
,
the
same
as
us
.
"
"
How
are
you
faring
,
Sam
?
"
