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Soon
,
Jon
thought
as
they
climbed
.
He
’
d
seen
the
harbinger
that
had
come
to
Maester
Aemon
with
word
of
summer
’
s
end
,
the
great
raven
of
the
Citadel
,
white
and
silent
as
Ghost
.
He
had
seen
a
winter
once
,
when
he
was
very
young
,
but
everyone
agreed
that
it
had
been
a
short
one
,
and
mild
.
This
one
would
be
different
.
He
could
feel
it
in
his
bones
.
The
steep
stone
steps
had
Sam
puffing
like
a
blacksmith
’
s
bellows
by
the
time
they
reached
the
surface
.
They
emerged
into
a
brisk
wind
that
made
Jon
’
s
cloak
swirl
and
snap
.
Ghost
was
stretched
out
asleep
beneath
the
wattle
-
and
-
daub
wall
of
the
granary
,
but
he
woke
when
Jon
appeared
,
bushy
white
tail
held
stiffly
upright
as
he
trotted
to
them
.
Sam
squinted
up
at
the
Wall
.
It
loomed
above
them
,
an
icy
cliff
seven
hundred
feet
high
.
Sometimes
it
seemed
to
Jon
almost
a
living
thing
,
with
moods
of
its
own
.
The
color
of
the
ice
was
wont
to
change
with
every
shift
of
the
light
.
Now
it
was
the
deep
blue
of
frozen
rivers
,
now
the
dirty
white
of
old
snow
,
and
when
a
cloud
passed
before
the
sun
it
darkened
to
the
pale
grey
of
pitted
stone
.
The
Wall
stretched
east
and
west
as
far
as
the
eye
could
see
,
so
huge
that
it
shrunk
the
timbered
keeps
and
stone
towers
of
the
castle
to
insignificance
.
It
was
the
end
of
the
world
.
And
we
are
going
beyond
it
.
The
morning
sky
was
streaked
by
thin
grey
clouds
,
but
the
pale
red
line
was
there
behind
them
.
The
black
brothers
had
dubbed
the
wanderer
Mormont
’
s
Torch
,
saying
(
only
half
in
jest
)
that
the
gods
must
have
sent
it
to
light
the
old
man
’
s
way
through
the
haunted
forest
.
"
The
comet
’
s
so
bright
you
can
see
it
by
day
now
,
"
Sam
said
,
shading
his
eyes
with
a
fistful
of
books
.
"
Never
mind
about
comets
,
it
’
s
maps
the
Old
Bear
wants
.
"
Ghost
loped
ahead
of
them
.
The
grounds
seemed
deserted
this
morning
,
with
so
many
rangers
off
at
the
brothel
in
Mole
’
s
Town
,
digging
for
buried
treasure
and
drinking
themselves
blind
.
Grenn
had
gone
with
them
.
Pyp
and
Halder
and
Toad
had
offered
to
buy
him
his
first
woman
to
celebrate
his
first
ranging
.
They
’
d
wanted
Jon
and
Sam
to
come
as
well
,
but
Sam
was
almost
as
frightened
of
whores
as
he
was
of
the
haunted
forest
,
and
Jon
had
wanted
no
part
of
it
.
"
Do
what
you
want
,
"
he
told
Toad
,
"
I
took
a
vow
.
"
As
they
passed
the
sept
,
he
heard
voices
raised
in
song
.
Some
men
want
whores
on
the
eve
of
battle
,
and
some
want
gods
.
Jon
wondered
who
felt
better
afterward
.
The
sept
tempted
him
no
more
than
the
brothel
;
his
own
gods
kept
their
temples
in
the
wild
places
,
where
the
weirwoods
spread
their
bone
-
white
branches
.
The
Seven
have
no
power
beyond
the
Wall
,
he
thought
,
but
my
gods
will
be
waiting
.
Outside
the
armory
,
Ser
Endrew
Tarth
was
working
with
some
raw
recruits
.
