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They
’
d
come
in
last
night
with
Conwy
,
one
of
the
wandering
crows
who
roamed
the
Seven
Kingdoms
collecting
men
for
the
Wall
.
This
new
crop
consisted
of
a
greybeard
leaning
on
a
staff
,
two
blond
boys
with
the
look
of
brothers
,
a
foppish
youth
in
soiled
satin
,
a
raggy
man
with
a
clubfoot
,
and
some
grinning
loon
who
must
have
fancied
himself
a
warrior
.
Ser
Endrew
was
showing
him
the
error
of
that
presumption
.
He
was
a
gentler
master
-
at
-
arms
than
Ser
Alliser
Thorne
had
been
,
but
his
lessons
would
still
raise
bruises
.
Sam
winced
at
every
blow
,
but
Jon
Snow
watched
the
swordplay
closely
.
"
What
do
you
make
of
them
,
Snow
?
"
Donal
Noye
stood
in
the
door
of
his
armory
,
bare
-
chested
under
a
leather
apron
,
the
stump
of
his
left
arm
uncovered
for
once
.
With
his
big
gut
and
barrel
chest
,
his
flat
nose
and
bristly
black
jaw
,
Noye
did
not
make
a
pretty
sight
,
but
he
was
a
welcome
one
nonetheless
.
The
armorer
had
proved
himself
a
good
friend
.
"
They
smell
of
summer
,
"
Jon
said
as
Ser
Endrew
bull
-
rushed
his
foe
and
knocked
him
sprawling
.
"
Where
did
Conwy
find
them
?
"
"
A
lord
’
s
dungeon
near
Gulltown
,
"
the
smith
replied
.
"
A
brigand
,
a
barber
,
a
beggar
,
two
orphans
,
and
a
boy
whore
.
With
such
do
we
defend
the
realms
of
men
.
"
"
They
’
ll
do
.
"
Jon
gave
Sam
a
private
smile
.
"
We
did
.
"
Noye
drew
him
closer
.
"
You
’
ve
heard
these
tidings
of
your
brother
?
"
"
Last
night
.
"
Conwy
and
his
charges
had
brought
the
news
north
with
them
,
and
the
talk
in
the
common
room
had
been
of
little
else
.
Jon
was
still
not
certain
how
he
felt
about
it
.
Robb
a
king
?
The
brother
he
’
d
played
with
,
fought
with
,
shared
his
first
cup
of
wine
with
?
But
not
mother
’
s
milk
,
no
.
So
now
Robb
will
sip
summerwine
from
jeweled
goblets
,
while
I
’
m
kneeling
beside
some
stream
sucking
snowmelt
from
cupped
hands
.
"
Robb
will
make
a
good
king
,
"
he
said
loyally
.
"
Will
he
now
?
"
The
smith
eyed
him
frankly
.
"
I
hope
that
’
s
so
,
boy
,
but
once
I
might
have
said
the
same
of
Robert
.
"
"
They
say
you
forged
his
warhammer
,
"
Jon
remembered
.
