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Tyrion
Lannister
was
bundled
in
furs
so
thickly
he
looked
like
a
very
small
bear
.
"
There
's
much
to
be
said
for
taking
people
unawares
.
You
never
know
what
you
might
learn
.
"
"
You
wo
n't
learn
anything
from
me
,
"
Jon
told
him
.
He
had
seen
little
of
the
dwarf
since
their
journey
ended
.
As
the
queen
's
own
brother
,
Tyrion
Lannister
had
been
an
honored
guest
of
the
Night
's
Watch
.
The
Lord
Commander
had
given
him
rooms
in
the
King
's
Tower
--
so-called
,
though
no
king
had
visited
it
for
a
hundred
years
--
and
Lannister
dined
at
Mormont
's
own
table
and
spent
his
days
riding
the
Wall
and
his
nights
dicing
and
drinking
with
Ser
Alliser
and
Bowen
Marsh
and
the
other
high
officers
.
"
Oh
,
I
learn
things
everywhere
I
go
.
"
The
little
man
gestured
up
at
the
Wall
with
a
gnarled
black
walking
stick
.
"
As
I
was
saying
...
why
is
it
that
when
one
man
builds
a
wall
,
the
next
man
immediately
needs
to
know
what
's
on
the
other
side
?
"
He
cocked
his
head
and
looked
at
Jon
with
his
curious
mismatched
eyes
.
"
You
do
want
to
know
what
's
on
the
other
side
,
do
n't
you
?
"
"
It
's
nothing
special
,
"
Jon
said
.
He
wanted
to
ride
with
Benjen
Stark
on
his
rangings
,
deep
into
the
mysteries
of
the
haunted
forest
,
wanted
to
fight
Mance
Rayder
's
wildlings
and
ward
the
realm
against
the
Others
,
but
it
was
better
not
to
speak
of
the
things
you
wanted
.
"
The
rangers
say
it
's
just
woods
and
mountains
and
frozen
lakes
,
with
lots
of
snow
and
ice
.
"
"
And
the
grumkins
and
the
snarks
,
"
Tyrion
said
.
"
Let
us
not
forget
them
,
Lord
Snow
,
or
else
what
's
that
big
thing
for
?
"
"
Do
n't
call
me
Lord
Snow
.
"
The
dwarf
lifted
an
eyebrow
.
"
Would
you
rather
be
called
the
Imp
?
Let
them
see
that
their
words
can
cut
you
,
and
you
'll
never
be
free
of
the
mockery
.
If
they
want
to
give
you
a
name
,
take
it
,
make
it
your
own
.
Then
they
ca
n't
hurt
you
with
it
anymore
.
"
He
gestured
with
his
stick
.
"
Come
,
walk
with
me
.
They
'll
be
serving
some
vile
stew
in
the
common
hall
by
now
,
and
I
could
do
with
a
bowl
of
something
hot
.
"
Jon
was
hungry
too
,
so
he
fell
in
beside
Lannister
and
slowed
his
pace
to
match
the
dwarf
's
awkward
,
waddling
steps
.
The
wind
was
rising
,
and
they
could
hear
the
old
wooden
buildings
creaking
around
them
,
and
in
the
distance
a
heavy
shutter
banging
,
over
and
over
,
forgotten
.
Once
there
was
a
muffled
thump
as
a
blanket
of
snow
slid
from
a
roof
and
landed
near
them
.
"
I
do
n't
see
your
wolf
,
"
Lannister
said
as
they
walked
.
