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Jon
lifted
the
kettle
off
the
fire
,
filled
eight
cups
,
and
carried
them
into
the
tent
.
The
Old
Bear
was
peering
at
the
crude
map
Sam
had
drawn
him
that
night
back
in
Craster
’
s
Keep
.
He
took
a
cup
from
Jon
’
s
tray
,
tried
a
swallow
of
wine
,
and
gave
a
brusque
nod
of
approval
.
His
raven
hopped
down
his
arm
.
"
Corn
,
"
it
said
.
"
Corn
.
Corn
.
"
Ser
Ottyn
Wythers
waved
the
wine
away
.
"
I
would
not
go
into
the
mountains
at
all
,
"
he
said
in
a
thin
,
tired
voice
.
"
The
Frostfangs
have
a
cruel
bite
even
in
summer
,
and
now
.
.
.
if
we
should
be
caught
by
a
storm
.
.
.
"
"
I
do
not
mean
to
risk
the
Frostfangs
unless
I
must
,
"
said
Mormont
.
"
Wildlings
can
no
more
live
on
snow
and
stone
than
we
can
.
They
will
emerge
from
the
heights
soon
,
and
for
a
host
of
any
size
,
the
only
route
is
along
the
Milkwater
.
If
so
,
we
are
strongly
placed
here
.
They
cannot
hope
to
slip
by
us
.
"
"
They
may
not
wish
to
.
They
are
thousands
,
and
we
will
be
three
hundred
when
the
Halfhand
reaches
us
.
"
Ser
Mallador
accepted
a
cup
from
Jon
.
"
If
it
comes
to
battle
,
we
could
not
hope
for
better
ground
than
here
,
"
declared
Mormont
.
"
We
’
ll
strengthen
the
defenses
.
Pits
and
spikes
,
caltrops
scattered
on
the
slopes
,
every
breach
mended
.
Jarman
,
I
’
ll
want
your
sharpest
eyes
as
watchers
.
A
ring
of
them
,
all
around
us
and
along
the
river
,
to
warn
of
any
approach
.
Hide
them
up
in
trees
.
And
we
had
best
start
bringing
up
water
too
,
more
than
we
need
.
We
’
ll
dig
cisterns
.
It
will
keep
the
men
occupied
,
and
may
prove
needful
later
.
"
"
My
rangers
—
"
started
Thoren
Smallwood
.
"
Your
rangers
will
limit
their
ranging
to
this
side
of
the
river
until
the
Halfhand
reaches
us
.
After
that
,
we
’
ll
see
.
I
will
not
lose
more
of
my
men
.
"
"
Mance
Rayder
might
be
massing
his
host
a
day
’
s
ride
from
here
,
and
we
’
d
never
know
,
"
Smallwood
complained
.
"
We
know
where
the
wildlings
are
massing
,
"
Mormont
came
back
.
"
We
had
it
from
Craster
.
I
mislike
the
man
,
but
I
do
not
think
he
lied
to
us
in
this
.
"
