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Closer
at
hand
,
it
was
the
trees
that
ruled
.
To
south
and
east
the
wood
went
on
as
far
as
Jon
could
see
,
a
vast
tangle
of
root
and
limb
painted
in
a
thousand
shades
of
green
,
with
here
and
there
a
patch
of
red
where
a
weirwood
shouldered
through
the
pines
and
sentinels
,
or
a
blush
of
yellow
where
some
broadleafs
had
begun
to
turn
.
When
the
wind
blew
,
he
could
hear
the
creak
and
groan
of
branches
older
than
he
was
.
A
thousand
leaves
fluttered
,
and
for
a
moment
the
forest
seemed
a
deep
green
sea
,
storm
-
tossed
and
heaving
,
eternal
and
unknowable
.
Ghost
was
not
like
to
be
alone
down
there
,
he
thought
.
Anything
could
be
moving
under
that
sea
,
creeping
toward
the
ringfort
through
the
dark
of
the
wood
,
concealed
beneath
those
trees
.
Anything
.
How
would
they
ever
know
?
He
stood
there
for
a
long
time
,
until
the
sun
vanished
behind
the
saw
-
toothed
mountains
and
darkness
began
to
creep
through
the
forest
.
"
Jon
?
"
Samwell
Tarly
called
up
.
"
I
thought
it
looked
like
you
.
Are
you
well
?
"
"
Well
enough
.
"
Jon
hopped
down
.
"
How
did
you
fare
today
?
"
"
Well
.
I
fared
well
.
Truly
.
"
Jon
was
not
about
to
share
his
disquiet
with
his
friend
,
not
when
Samwell
Tarly
was
at
last
beginning
to
find
his
courage
.
"
The
Old
Bear
means
to
wait
here
for
Qhorin
Halfhand
and
the
men
from
the
Shadow
Tower
.
"
"
It
seems
a
strong
place
,
"
said
Sam
.
"
A
ringfort
of
the
First
Men
.
Do
you
think
there
were
battles
fought
here
?
"
"
No
doubt
.
You
’
d
best
get
a
bird
ready
.
Mormont
will
want
to
send
back
word
.
"
"
I
wish
I
could
send
them
all
.
They
hate
being
caged
.
"
