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His
bare
cheeks
were
ruddy
with
the
cold
,
and
his
legs
complained
more
loudly
with
every
step
,
but
Tyrion
ignored
them
.
The
wind
swirled
around
him
,
gravel
crunched
beneath
his
boots
,
while
ahead
the
white
ribbon
followed
the
lines
of
the
hills
,
rising
higher
and
higher
,
until
it
was
lost
beyond
the
western
horizon
.
He
passed
a
massive
catapult
,
as
tall
as
a
city
wall
,
its
base
sunk
deep
into
the
Wall
.
The
throwing
arm
had
been
taken
off
for
repairs
and
then
forgotten
;
it
lay
there
like
a
broken
toy
,
half-embedded
in
the
ice
.
On
the
far
side
of
the
catapult
,
a
muffled
voice
called
out
a
challenge
.
"
Who
goes
there
?
Halt
!
"
Tyrion
stopped
.
"
If
I
halt
too
long
I
'll
freeze
in
place
,
Jon
,
"
he
said
as
a
shaggy
pale
shape
slid
toward
him
silently
and
sniffed
at
his
furs
.
"
Hello
,
Ghost
.
"
Jon
Snow
moved
closer
.
He
looked
bigger
and
heavier
in
his
layers
of
fur
and
leather
,
the
hood
of
his
cloak
pulled
down
over
his
face
.
"
Lannister
,
"
he
said
,
yanking
loose
the
scarf
to
uncover
his
mouth
.
"
This
is
the
last
place
I
would
have
expected
to
see
you
.
"
He
carried
a
heavy
spear
tipped
in
iron
,
taller
than
he
was
,
and
a
sword
hung
at
his
side
in
a
leather
sheath
.
Across
his
chest
was
a
gleaming
black
warhorn
,
banded
with
silver
.
"
This
is
the
last
place
I
would
have
expected
to
be
seen
,
"
Tyrion
admitted
.
"
I
was
captured
by
a
whim
.
If
I
touch
Ghost
,
will
he
chew
my
hand
off
?
"
"
Not
with
me
here
,
"
Jon
promised
.
Tyrion
scratched
the
white
wolf
behind
the
ears
.
The
red
eyes
watched
him
impassively
.
The
beast
came
up
as
high
as
his
chest
now
.
Another
year
,
and
Tyrion
had
the
gloomy
feeling
he
'd
be
looking
up
at
him
.
"
What
are
you
doing
up
here
tonight
?
"
he
asked
.
"
Besides
freezing
your
manhood
off
...
"
"
I
have
drawn
night
guard
,
"
Jon
said
.
"
Again
.
Ser
Alliser
has
kindly
arranged
for
the
watch
commander
to
take
a
special
interest
in
me
.
He
seems
to
think
that
if
they
keep
me
awake
half
the
night
,
I
'll
fall
asleep
during
morning
drill
.
So
far
I
have
disappointed
him
.
"
Tyrion
grinned
.
"
And
has
Ghost
learned
to
juggle
yet
?
"
