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Mormont
looked
at
Jon
.
"
What
is
your
will
in
this
?
"
"
To
go
,
"
he
said
at
once
.
The
old
man
smiled
sadly
.
"
I
thought
it
might
be
.
"
Dawn
had
broken
when
Jon
stepped
from
the
tent
beside
Qhorin
Halfhand
.
The
wind
swirled
around
them
,
stirring
their
black
cloaks
and
sending
a
scatter
of
red
cinders
flying
from
the
fire
.
"
We
ride
at
noon
,
"
the
ranger
told
him
.
"
Best
find
that
wolf
of
yours
.
"
"
The
queen
intends
to
send
Prince
Tommen
away
.
"
They
knelt
alone
in
the
hushed
dimness
of
the
sept
,
surrounded
by
shadows
and
flickering
candles
,
but
even
so
Lancel
kept
his
voice
low
.
"
Lord
Gyles
will
take
him
to
Rosby
,
and
conceal
him
there
in
the
guise
of
a
page
.
They
plan
to
darken
his
hair
and
tell
everyone
that
he
is
the
son
of
a
hedge
knight
.
"
"
Is
it
the
mob
she
fears
?
Or
me
?
"
"
Both
,
"
said
Lancel
.
"
Ah
.
"
Tyrion
had
known
nothing
of
this
ploy
.
Had
Varys
’
s
little
birds
failed
him
for
once
?
Even
spiders
must
nod
,
he
supposed
.
.
.
or
was
the
eunuch
playing
a
deeper
and
more
subtle
game
than
he
knew
?
"
You
have
my
thanks
,
ser
.
"
"
Will
you
grant
me
the
boon
I
asked
of
you
?
"
