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"
The
Old
Bear
is
taking
two
hundred
seasoned
men
,
three
-
quarters
of
them
rangers
.
Qhorin
Halfhand
will
be
bringing
another
hundred
brothers
from
the
Shadow
Tower
.
You
’
ll
be
as
safe
as
if
you
were
back
in
your
lord
father
’
s
castle
at
Horn
Hill
.
"
Samwell
Tarly
managed
a
sad
little
smile
.
"
I
was
never
very
safe
in
my
father
’
s
castle
either
.
"
The
gods
play
cruel
jests
,
Jon
thought
.
Pyp
and
Toad
,
all
a
-
lather
to
be
a
part
of
the
great
ranging
,
were
to
remain
at
Castle
Black
.
It
was
Samwell
Tarly
,
the
self
-
proclaimed
coward
,
grossly
fat
,
timid
,
and
near
as
bad
a
rider
as
he
was
with
a
sword
,
who
must
face
the
haunted
forest
.
The
Old
Bear
was
taking
two
cages
of
ravens
,
so
they
might
send
back
word
as
they
went
.
Maester
Aemon
was
blind
and
far
too
frail
to
ride
with
them
,
so
his
steward
must
go
in
his
place
.
"
We
need
you
for
the
ravens
,
Sam
.
And
someone
has
to
help
me
keep
Grenn
humble
.
"
Sam
’
s
chins
quivered
.
"
You
could
care
for
the
ravens
,
or
Grenn
could
,
or
anyone
,
"
he
said
with
a
thin
edge
of
desperation
in
his
voice
.
"
I
could
show
you
how
.
You
know
your
letters
too
,
you
could
write
down
Lord
Mormont
’
s
messages
as
well
as
I
.
"
"
I
’
m
the
Old
Bear
’
s
steward
.
I
’
ll
need
to
squire
for
him
,
tend
his
horse
,
set
up
his
tent
;
I
won
’
t
have
time
to
watch
over
birds
as
well
.
Sam
,
you
said
the
words
.
You
’
re
a
brother
of
the
Night
’
s
Watch
now
.
"
"
A
brother
of
the
Night
’
s
Watch
shouldn
’
t
be
so
scared
.
"
"
We
’
re
all
scared
.
We
’
d
be
fools
if
we
weren
’
t
.
"
Too
many
rangers
had
been
lost
the
past
two
years
,
even
Benjen
Stark
,
Jon
’
s
uncle
.
They
had
found
two
of
his
uncle
’
s
men
in
the
wood
,
slain
,
but
the
corpses
had
risen
in
the
chill
of
night
.
Jon
’
s
burnt
fingers
twitched
as
he
remembered
.
He
still
saw
the
wight
in
his
dreams
,
dead
Othor
with
the
burning
blue
eyes
and
the
cold
black
hands
,
but
that
was
the
last
thing
Sam
needed
to
be
reminded
of
.
"
There
’
s
no
shame
in
fear
,
my
father
told
me
,
what
matters
is
how
we
face
it
.
Come
,
I
’
ll
help
you
gather
up
the
maps
.
"
Sam
nodded
unhappily
.
The
shelves
were
so
closely
spaced
that
they
had
to
walk
single
-
file
as
they
left
.
The
vault
opened
onto
one
of
the
tunnels
the
brothers
called
the
wormwalks
,
winding
subterranean
passages
that
linked
the
keeps
and
towers
of
Castle
Black
under
the
earth
.
In
summer
the
wormwalks
were
seldom
used
,
save
by
rats
and
other
vermin
,
but
winter
was
a
different
matter
.
When
the
snows
drifted
forty
and
fifty
feet
high
and
the
ice
winds
came
howling
out
of
the
north
,
the
tunnels
were
all
that
held
Castle
Black
together
.
