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He
had
made
a
dagger
for
Grenn
as
well
,
and
another
for
the
Lord
Commander
.
The
warhorn
he
had
given
to
Sam
.
On
closer
examination
the
horn
had
proved
cracked
,
and
even
after
he
had
cleaned
all
the
dirt
out
,
Jon
had
been
unable
to
get
any
sound
from
it
.
The
rim
was
chipped
as
well
,
but
Sam
liked
old
things
,
even
worthless
old
things
.
"
Make
a
drinking
horn
out
of
it
,
"
Jon
told
him
,
"
and
every
time
you
take
a
drink
you
’
ll
remember
how
you
ranged
beyond
the
Wall
,
all
the
way
to
the
Fist
of
the
First
Men
.
"
He
gave
Sam
a
spearhead
and
a
dozen
arrowheads
as
well
,
and
passed
the
rest
out
among
his
other
friends
for
luck
.
The
Old
Bear
had
seemed
pleased
by
the
dagger
,
but
he
preferred
a
steel
knife
at
his
belt
,
Jon
had
noticed
.
Mormont
could
offer
no
answers
as
to
who
might
have
buried
the
cloak
or
what
it
might
mean
.
Perhaps
Qhorin
will
know
.
The
Halfhand
had
ventured
deeper
into
the
wild
than
any
other
living
man
.
"
You
want
to
serve
,
or
shall
I
?
"
Jon
sheathed
the
dagger
.
"
I
’
ll
do
it
.
"
He
wanted
to
hear
what
they
were
saying
.
Edd
cut
three
thick
slices
off
a
stale
round
of
oat
bread
,
stacked
them
on
a
wooden
platter
,
covered
them
with
bacon
and
bacon
drippings
,
and
filled
a
bowl
with
hard
-
cooked
eggs
.
Jon
took
the
bowl
in
one
hand
and
the
platter
in
the
other
and
backed
into
the
Lord
Commander
’
s
tent
.
Qhorin
was
seated
cross
-
legged
on
the
floor
,
his
spine
as
straight
as
a
spear
.
Candlelight
flickered
against
the
hard
flat
planes
of
his
cheeks
as
he
spoke
.
"
.
.
.
Rattleshirt
,
the
Weeping
Man
,
and
every
other
chief
great
and
small
,
"
he
was
saying
.
"
They
have
wargs
as
well
,
and
mammoths
,
and
more
strength
than
we
would
have
dreamed
.
Or
so
he
claimed
.
I
will
not
swear
as
to
the
truth
of
it
.
Ebben
believes
the
man
was
telling
us
tales
to
make
his
life
last
a
little
longer
.
"
"
True
or
false
,
the
Wall
must
be
warned
,
"
the
Old
Bear
said
as
Jon
placed
the
platter
between
them
.
"
And
the
king
.
"
"
Which
king
?
"
"
All
of
them
.
The
true
and
the
false
alike
.
If
they
would
claim
the
realm
,
let
them
defend
it
.
"
The
Halfhand
helped
himself
to
an
egg
and
cracked
it
on
the
edge
of
the
bowl
.
"
These
kings
will
do
what
they
will
,
"
he
said
,
peeling
away
the
shell
.
"
Likely
it
will
be
little
enough
.
The
best
hope
is
Winterfell
.
The
Starks
must
rally
the
north
.
"
