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"
Do
n't
call
me
that
!
"
Jon
said
sharply
,
but
the
force
had
gone
out
of
his
anger
.
Suddenly
he
felt
ashamed
and
guilty
.
"
I
never
...
I
did
n't
think
...
"
"
Best
you
start
thinking
,
"
Noye
warned
him
.
"
That
,
or
sleep
with
a
dagger
by
your
bed
.
Now
go
.
"
By
the
time
Jon
left
the
armory
,
it
was
almost
midday
.
The
sun
had
broken
through
the
clouds
.
He
turned
his
back
on
it
and
lifted
his
eyes
to
the
Wall
,
blazing
blue
and
crystalline
in
the
sunlight
.
Even
after
all
these
weeks
,
the
sight
of
it
still
gave
him
the
shivers
.
Centuries
of
windblown
dirt
had
pocked
and
scoured
it
,
covering
it
like
a
film
,
and
it
often
seemed
a
pale
grey
,
the
color
of
an
overcast
sky
...
but
when
the
sun
caught
it
fair
on
a
bright
day
,
it
shone
,
alive
with
light
,
a
colossal
blue-white
cliff
that
filled
up
half
the
sky
.
The
largest
structure
ever
built
by
the
hands
of
man
,
Benjen
Stark
had
told
Jon
on
the
kingsroad
when
they
had
first
caught
sight
of
the
Wall
in
the
distance
.
"
And
beyond
a
doubt
the
most
useless
,
"
Tyrion
Lannister
had
added
with
a
grin
,
but
even
the
Imp
grew
silent
as
they
rode
closer
.
You
could
see
it
from
miles
off
,
a
pale
blue
line
across
the
northern
horizon
,
stretching
away
to
the
east
and
west
and
vanishing
in
the
far
distance
,
immense
and
unbroken
.
This
is
the
end
of
the
world
,
it
seemed
to
say
.
When
they
finally
spied
Castle
Black
,
its
timbered
keeps
and
stone
towers
looked
like
nothing
more
than
a
handful
of
toy
blocks
scattered
on
the
snow
,
beneath
the
vast
wall
of
ice
.
The
ancient
stronghold
of
the
black
brothers
was
no
Winterfell
,
no
true
castle
at
all
.
Lacking
walls
,
it
could
not
be
defended
,
not
from
the
south
,
or
east
,
or
west
;
but
it
was
only
the
north
that
concerned
the
Night
's
Watch
,
and
to
the
north
loomed
the
Wall
.
Almost
seven
hundred
feet
high
it
stood
,
three
times
the
height
of
the
tallest
tower
in
the
stronghold
it
sheltered
.
His
uncle
said
the
top
was
wide
enough
for
a
dozen
armored
knights
to
ride
abreast
.
The
gaunt
outlines
of
huge
catapults
and
monstrous
wooden
cranes
stood
sentry
up
there
,
like
the
skeletons
of
great
birds
,
and
among
them
walked
men
in
black
as
small
as
ants
.
As
he
stood
outside
the
armory
looking
up
,
Jon
felt
almost
as
overwhelmed
as
he
had
that
day
on
the
kingsroad
,
when
he
'd
seen
it
for
the
first
time
.
The
Wall
was
like
that
.
Sometimes
he
could
almost
forget
that
it
was
there
,
the
way
you
forgot
about
the
sky
or
the
earth
underfoot
,
but
there
were
other
times
when
it
seemed
as
if
there
was
nothing
else
in
the
world
.
It
was
older
than
the
Seven
Kingdoms
,
and
when
he
stood
beneath
it
and
looked
up
,
it
made
Jon
dizzy
.
He
could
feel
the
great
weight
of
all
that
ice
pressing
down
on
him
,
as
if
it
were
about
to
topple
,
and
somehow
Jon
knew
that
if
it
fell
,
the
world
fell
with
it
.
"
Makes
you
wonder
what
lies
beyond
,
"
a
familiar
voice
said
.
Jon
looked
around
.
"
Lannister
.
I
did
n't
see
--
I
mean
,
I
thought
I
was
alone
.
"
