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He
moved
upward
slowly
,
by
fits
and
starts
at
first
,
then
more
smoothly
.
The
ground
fell
away
beneath
him
,
the
cage
swung
,
and
Tyrion
wrapped
his
hands
around
the
iron
bars
.
He
could
feel
the
cold
of
the
metal
even
through
his
gloves
.
Morrec
had
a
fire
burning
in
his
room
,
he
noted
with
approval
,
but
the
Lord
Commander
's
tower
was
dark
.
The
Old
Bear
had
more
sense
than
he
did
,
it
seemed
.
Then
he
was
above
the
towers
,
still
inching
his
way
upward
.
Castle
Black
lay
below
him
,
etched
in
moonlight
.
You
could
see
how
stark
and
empty
it
was
from
up
here
;
windowless
keeps
,
crumbling
walls
,
courtyards
choked
with
broken
stone
.
Farther
off
,
he
could
see
the
lights
of
Mole
's
Town
,
the
little
village
half
a
league
south
along
the
kingsroad
,
and
here
and
there
the
bright
glitter
of
moonlight
on
water
where
icy
streams
descended
from
the
mountain
heights
to
cut
across
the
plains
.
The
rest
of
the
world
was
a
bleak
emptiness
of
windswept
hills
and
rocky
fields
spotted
with
snow
.
Finally
a
thick
voice
behind
him
said
,
"
Seven
hells
,
it
's
the
dwarf
,
"
and
the
cage
jerked
to
a
sudden
stop
and
hung
there
,
swinging
slowly
back
and
forth
,
the
ropes
creaking
.
"
Bring
him
in
,
damn
it
.
"
There
was
a
grunt
and
a
loud
groaning
of
wood
as
the
cage
slid
sideways
and
then
the
Wall
was
beneath
him
.
Tyrion
waited
until
the
swinging
had
stopped
before
he
pushed
open
the
cage
door
and
hopped
down
onto
the
ice
.
A
heavy
figure
in
black
was
leaning
on
the
winch
,
while
a
second
held
the
cage
with
a
gloved
hand
.
Their
faces
were
muffled
in
woolen
scarves
so
only
their
eyes
showed
,
and
they
were
plump
with
layers
of
wool
and
leather
,
black
on
black
.
"
And
what
will
you
be
wanting
,
this
time
of
night
?
"
the
one
by
the
winch
asked
.
"
A
last
look
.
"
The
men
exchanged
sour
glances
.
"
Look
all
you
want
,
"
the
other
one
said
.
"
Just
have
a
care
you
do
n't
fall
off
,
little
man
.
The
Old
Bear
would
have
our
hides
.
"
A
small
wooden
shack
stood
under
the
great
crane
,
and
Tyrion
saw
the
dull
glow
of
a
brazier
and
felt
a
brief
gust
of
warmth
when
the
winch
men
opened
the
door
and
went
back
inside
.
And
then
he
was
alone
.
It
was
bitingly
cold
up
here
,
and
the
wind
pulled
at
his
clothes
like
an
insistent
lover
.
The
top
of
the
Wall
was
wider
than
the
kingsroad
often
was
,
so
Tyrion
had
no
fear
of
falling
,
although
the
footing
was
slicker
than
he
would
have
liked
.
The
brothers
spread
crushed
stone
across
the
walkways
,
but
the
weight
of
countless
footsteps
would
melt
the
Wall
beneath
,
so
the
ice
would
seem
to
grow
around
the
gravel
,
swallowing
it
,
until
the
path
was
bare
again
and
it
was
time
to
crush
more
stone
.
Still
,
it
was
nothing
that
Tyrion
could
not
manage
.
He
looked
off
to
the
east
and
west
,
at
the
Wall
stretching
before
him
,
a
vast
white
road
with
no
beginning
and
no
end
and
a
dark
abyss
on
either
side
.
West
,
he
decided
,
for
no
special
reason
,
and
he
began
to
walk
that
way
,
following
the
pathway
nearest
the
north
edge
,
where
the
gravel
looked
freshest
.
