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Jon
got
the
horses
fed
before
he
stopped
to
think
of
his
own
supper
.
He
was
wondering
where
to
find
Sam
when
he
heard
a
shout
of
fear
.
"
Wolf
!
"
He
sprinted
around
the
hall
toward
the
cry
,
the
earth
sucking
at
his
boots
.
One
of
Craster
’
s
women
was
backed
up
against
the
mud
-
spattered
wall
of
the
keep
.
"
Keep
away
,
"
she
was
shouting
at
Ghost
.
"
You
keep
away
!
"
The
direwolf
had
a
rabbit
in
his
mouth
and
another
dead
and
bloody
on
the
ground
before
him
.
"
Get
it
away
,
m
’
lord
,
"
she
pleaded
when
she
saw
him
.
"
He
won
’
t
hurt
you
.
"
He
knew
at
once
what
had
happened
;
a
wooden
hutch
,
its
slats
shattered
,
lay
on
its
side
in
the
wet
grass
.
"
He
must
have
been
hungry
.
We
haven
’
t
seen
much
game
.
"
Jon
whistled
.
The
direwolf
bolted
down
the
rabbit
,
crunching
the
small
bones
between
his
teeth
,
and
padded
over
to
him
.
The
woman
regarded
them
with
nervous
eyes
.
She
was
younger
than
he
’
d
thought
at
first
.
A
girl
of
fifteen
or
sixteen
years
,
he
judged
,
dark
hair
plastered
across
a
gaunt
face
by
the
falling
rain
,
her
bare
feet
muddy
to
the
ankles
.
The
body
under
the
sewn
skins
was
showing
in
the
early
turns
of
pregnancy
.
"
Are
you
one
of
Craster
’
s
daughters
?
"
he
asked
.
She
put
a
hand
over
her
belly
.
"
Wife
now
.
"
Edging
away
from
the
wolf
,
she
knelt
mournfully
beside
the
broken
hutch
.
"
I
was
going
to
breed
them
rabbits
.
There
’
s
no
sheep
left
.
"
"
The
Watch
will
make
good
for
them
.
"
Jon
had
no
coin
of
his
own
,
or
he
would
have
offered
it
to
her
.
.
.
though
he
was
not
sure
what
good
a
few
coppers
or
even
a
silver
piece
would
do
her
beyond
the
Wall
.
"
I
’
ll
speak
to
Lord
Mormont
on
the
morrow
.
"
She
wiped
her
hands
on
her
skirt
.
"
M
’
lord
—
"
"
I
’
m
no
lord
.
"
But
others
had
come
crowding
round
,
drawn
by
the
woman
’
s
scream
and
the
crash
of
the
rabbit
hutch
.
"
Don
’
t
you
believe
him
,
girl
,
"
called
out
Lark
the
Sisterman
,
a
ranger
mean
as
a
cur
.
"
That
’
s
Lord
Snow
himself
.
"
"
Bastard
of
Winterfell
and
brother
to
kings
,
"
mocked
Chett
,
who
’
d
left
his
hounds
to
see
what
the
commotion
was
about
.
