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Jon
was
cold
with
rage
.
"
Can
I
go
?
"
"
You
go
when
I
tell
you
to
go
.
"
Jon
stared
sullenly
at
the
smoke
rising
from
the
brazier
,
until
Noye
took
him
under
the
chin
,
thick
fingers
twisting
his
head
around
.
"
Look
at
me
when
I
'm
talking
to
you
,
boy
.
"
Jon
looked
.
The
armorer
had
a
chest
like
a
keg
of
ale
and
a
gut
to
match
.
His
nose
was
flat
and
broad
,
and
he
always
seemed
in
need
of
a
shave
.
The
left
sleeve
of
his
black
wool
tunic
was
fastened
at
the
shoulder
with
a
silver
pin
in
the
shape
of
a
longsword
.
"
Words
wo
n't
make
your
mother
a
whore
.
She
was
what
she
was
,
and
nothing
Toad
says
can
change
that
.
You
know
,
we
have
men
on
the
Wall
whose
mothers
were
whores
.
"
Not
my
mother
,
Jon
thought
stubbornly
.
He
knew
nothing
of
his
mother
;
Eddard
Stark
would
not
talk
of
her
.
Yet
he
dreamed
of
her
at
times
,
so
often
that
he
could
almost
see
her
face
.
In
his
dreams
,
she
was
beautiful
,
and
highborn
,
and
her
eyes
were
kind
.
"
You
think
you
had
it
hard
,
being
a
high
lord
's
bastard
?
"
the
armorer
went
on
.
"
That
boy
Jeren
is
a
septon
's
get
,
and
Cotter
Pyke
is
the
baseborn
son
of
a
tavern
wench
.
Now
he
commands
Eastwatch
by
the
Sea
.
"
"
I
do
n't
care
,
"
Jon
said
.
"
I
do
n't
care
about
them
and
I
do
n't
care
about
you
or
Thorne
or
Benjen
Stark
or
any
of
it
.
I
hate
it
here
.
It
's
too
...
it
's
cold
.
"
"
Yes
.
Cold
and
hard
and
mean
,
that
's
the
Wall
,
and
the
men
who
walk
it
.
Not
like
the
stories
your
wet
nurse
told
you
.
Well
,
piss
on
the
stories
and
piss
on
your
wet
nurse
.
This
is
the
way
it
is
,
and
you
're
here
for
life
,
same
as
the
rest
of
us
.
"
"
Life
,
"
Jon
repeated
bitterly
.
The
armorer
could
talk
about
life
.
He
'd
had
one
.
He
'd
only
taken
the
black
after
he
'd
lost
an
arm
at
the
siege
of
Storm
's
End
.
Before
that
he
'd
smithed
for
Stannis
Baratheon
,
the
king
's
brother
.
He
'd
seen
the
Seven
Kingdoms
from
one
end
to
the
other
;
he
'd
feasted
and
wenched
and
fought
in
a
hundred
battles
.
They
said
it
was
Donal
Noye
who
'd
forged
King
Robert
's
warhammer
,
the
one
that
crushed
the
life
from
Rhaegar
Targaryen
on
the
Trident
.
He
'd
done
all
the
things
that
Jon
would
never
do
,
and
then
when
he
was
old
,
well
past
thirty
,
he
'd
taken
a
glancing
blow
from
an
axe
and
the
wound
had
festered
until
the
whole
arm
had
to
come
off
.
Only
then
,
crippled
,
had
Donal
Noye
come
to
the
Wall
,
when
his
life
was
all
but
over
.
