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"
That
wolf
’
s
looking
at
you
hungry
,
girl
,
"
Lark
said
.
"
Might
be
it
fancies
that
tender
bit
in
your
belly
.
"
Jon
was
not
amused
.
"
You
’
re
scaring
her
.
"
"
Warning
her
,
more
like
.
"
Chett
’
s
grin
was
as
ugly
as
the
boils
that
covered
most
of
his
face
.
"
We
’
re
not
to
talk
to
you
,
"
the
girl
remembered
suddenly
.
"
Wait
,
"
Jon
said
,
too
late
.
She
bolted
,
ran
.
Lark
made
a
grab
for
the
second
rabbit
,
but
Ghost
was
quicker
.
When
he
bared
his
teeth
,
the
Sisterman
slipped
in
the
mud
and
went
down
on
his
bony
butt
.
The
others
laughed
.
The
direwolf
took
the
rabbit
in
his
mouth
and
brought
it
to
Jon
.
"
There
was
no
call
to
scare
the
girl
,
"
he
told
them
.
"
We
’
ll
hear
no
scolds
from
you
,
bastard
.
"
Chett
blamed
Jon
for
the
loss
of
his
comfortable
position
with
Maester
Aemon
,
and
not
without
justice
.
If
he
had
not
gone
to
Aemon
about
Sam
Tarly
,
Chett
would
still
be
tending
an
old
blind
man
instead
of
a
pack
of
ill
-
tempered
hunting
hounds
.
"
You
may
be
the
Lord
Commander
’
s
pet
,
but
you
’
re
not
the
Lord
Commander
.
.
.
and
you
wouldn
’
t
talk
so
bloody
bold
without
that
monster
of
yours
always
about
.
"
"
I
’
ll
not
fight
a
brother
while
we
’
re
beyond
the
Wall
,
"
Jon
answered
,
his
voice
cooler
than
he
felt
.
Lark
got
to
one
knee
.
"
He
’
s
afraid
of
you
,
Chett
.
On
the
Sisters
,
we
have
a
name
for
them
like
him
.
"
