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"
A
half
-
brother
,
"
he
admitted
.
"
I
’
m
Ned
Stark
’
s
bastard
.
My
brother
Robb
is
the
King
in
the
North
.
Why
are
you
here
?
"
"
The
fat
one
,
that
Sam
,
he
said
to
see
you
.
He
give
me
his
cloak
,
so
no
one
would
say
I
didn
’
t
belong
.
"
"
Won
’
t
Craster
be
angry
with
you
?
"
"
My
father
drank
overmuch
of
the
Lord
Crow
’
s
wine
last
night
.
He
’
ll
sleep
most
of
the
day
.
"
Her
breath
frosted
the
air
in
small
nervous
puffs
.
"
They
say
the
king
gives
justice
and
protects
the
weak
.
"
She
started
to
climb
off
the
rock
,
awkwardly
,
but
the
ice
had
made
it
slippery
and
her
foot
went
out
from
under
her
.
Jon
caught
her
before
she
could
fall
,
and
helped
her
safely
down
.
The
woman
knelt
on
the
icy
ground
.
"
M
’
lord
,
I
beg
you
—
"
"
Don
’
t
beg
me
anything
.
Go
back
to
your
hall
,
you
shouldn
’
t
be
here
.
We
were
commanded
not
to
speak
to
Craster
’
s
women
.
"
"
You
don
’
t
have
to
speak
with
me
,
m
’
lord
.
Just
take
me
with
you
,
when
you
go
,
that
’
s
all
I
ask
.
"
All
she
asks
,
he
thought
.
As
if
that
were
nothing
.
"
I
’
ll
.
.
.
I
’
ll
be
your
wife
,
if
you
like
.
My
father
,
he
’
s
got
nineteen
now
,
one
less
won
’
t
hurt
him
none
.
"
"
Black
brothers
are
sworn
never
to
take
wives
,
don
’
t
you
know
that
?
And
we
’
re
guests
in
your
father
’
s
hall
besides
.
"
