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Grenn
and
Dywen
were
among
the
brothers
who
had
gathered
round
the
fire
.
Hake
handed
Jon
a
hollow
heel
of
bread
filled
with
burnt
bacon
and
chunks
of
salt
fish
warmed
in
bacon
grease
.
He
wolfed
it
down
while
listening
to
Dywen
boast
of
having
three
of
Craster
’
s
women
during
the
night
.
"
You
did
not
,
"
Grenn
said
,
scowling
.
"
I
would
have
seen
.
"
Dywen
whapped
him
up
alongside
his
ear
with
the
back
of
his
hand
.
"
You
?
Seen
?
You
’
re
blind
as
Maester
Aemon
.
You
never
even
saw
that
bear
.
"
"
What
bear
?
Was
there
a
bear
?
"
"
There
’
s
always
a
bear
,
"
declared
Dolorous
Edd
in
his
usual
tone
of
gloomy
resignation
.
"
One
killed
my
brother
when
I
was
young
.
Afterward
it
wore
his
teeth
around
its
neck
on
a
leather
thong
.
And
they
were
good
teeth
too
,
better
than
mine
.
I
’
ve
had
nothing
but
trouble
with
my
teeth
.
"
"
Did
Sam
sleep
in
the
hall
last
night
?
"
Jon
asked
him
.
"
I
’
d
not
call
it
sleeping
.
The
ground
was
hard
,
the
rushes
ill
-
smelling
,
and
my
brothers
snore
frightfully
.
Speak
of
bears
if
you
will
,
none
ever
growled
so
fierce
as
Brown
Bernarr
.
I
was
warm
,
though
.
Some
dogs
crawled
atop
me
during
the
night
.
My
cloak
was
almost
dry
when
one
of
them
pissed
in
it
.
Or
perhaps
it
was
Brown
Bernarr
.
Have
you
noticed
that
the
rain
stopped
the
instant
I
had
a
roof
above
me
?
It
will
start
again
now
that
I
’
m
back
out
.
Gods
and
dogs
alike
delight
to
piss
on
me
.
"
"
I
’
d
best
go
see
to
Lord
Mormont
,
"
said
Jon
.
The
rain
might
have
stopped
,
but
the
compound
was
still
a
morass
of
shallow
lakes
and
slippery
mud
.
Black
brothers
were
folding
their
tents
,
feeding
their
horses
,
and
chewing
on
strips
of
salt
beef
.
Jarman
Buckwell
’
s
scouts
were
tightening
the
girths
on
their
saddles
before
setting
out
.
"
Jon
,
"
Buckwell
greeted
him
from
horseback
.
"
Keep
a
good
edge
on
that
bastard
sword
of
yours
.
We
’
ll
be
needing
it
soon
enough
.
"
Craster
’
s
hall
was
dim
after
daylight
.
Inside
,
the
night
’
s
torches
had
burned
low
,
and
it
was
hard
to
know
that
the
sun
had
risen
.
Lord
Mormont
’
s
raven
was
the
first
to
spy
him
enter
.
Three
lazy
flaps
of
its
great
black
wings
,
and
it
perched
atop
Longclaw
’
s
hilt
.
"
Corn
?
"
It
nipped
at
a
strand
of
Jon
’
s
hair
.
