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"
The
Lord
Commander
sent
me
to
His
Grace
the
king
,
"
Thorne
answered
.
"
The
matter
is
too
grave
to
be
left
to
servants
.
"
"
The
king
is
playing
with
his
new
crossbow
,
"
Tyrion
said
.
Ridding
himself
of
Joffrey
had
required
only
an
ungainly
Myrish
crossbow
that
threw
three
quarrels
at
a
time
,
and
nothing
would
do
but
that
he
try
it
at
once
.
"
You
can
speak
to
servants
or
hold
your
silence
.
"
"
As
you
will
,
"
Ser
Alliser
said
,
displeasure
in
every
word
.
"
I
am
sent
to
tell
you
that
we
found
two
rangers
,
long
missing
.
They
were
dead
,
yet
when
we
brought
the
corpses
back
to
the
Wall
they
rose
again
in
the
night
.
One
slew
Ser
Jaremy
Rykker
,
while
the
second
tried
to
murder
the
Lord
Commander
.
"
Distantly
,
Tyrion
heard
someone
snigger
.
Does
he
mean
to
mock
me
with
this
folly
?
He
shifted
uneasily
and
glanced
down
at
Varys
,
Littlefinger
,
and
Pycelle
,
wondering
if
one
of
them
had
a
role
in
this
.
A
dwarf
enjoyed
at
best
a
tenuous
hold
on
dignity
.
Once
the
court
and
kingdom
started
to
laugh
at
him
,
he
was
doomed
.
And
yet
.
.
.
and
yet
.
.
.
Tyrion
remembered
a
cold
night
under
the
stars
when
he
’
d
stood
beside
the
boy
Jon
Snow
and
a
great
white
wolf
atop
the
Wall
at
the
end
of
the
world
,
gazing
out
at
the
trackless
dark
beyond
.
He
had
felt
—
what
?
—
something
,
to
be
sure
,
a
dread
that
had
cut
like
that
frigid
northern
wind
.
A
wolf
had
howled
off
in
the
night
,
and
the
sound
had
sent
a
shiver
through
him
.
Don
’
t
be
a
fool
,
he
told
himself
.
A
wolf
,
a
wind
,
a
dark
forest
,
it
meant
nothing
.
And
yet
.
.
.
He
had
come
to
have
a
liking
for
old
Jeor
Mormont
during
his
time
at
Castle
Black
.
"
I
trust
that
the
Old
Bear
survived
this
attack
?
"
"
He
did
.
"
"
And
that
your
brothers
killed
these
,
ah
,
dead
men
?
"
"
We
did
.
"
