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When
he
had
donned
his
glove
again
,
Jon
Snow
turned
abruptly
and
walked
to
the
low
,
icy
northern
parapet
.
Beyond
him
the
Wall
fell
away
sharply
;
beyond
him
there
was
only
the
darkness
and
the
wild
.
Tyrion
followed
him
,
and
side
by
side
they
stood
upon
the
edge
of
the
world
.
The
Night
's
Watch
permitted
the
forest
to
come
no
closer
than
half
a
mile
of
the
north
face
of
the
Wall
.
The
thickets
of
ironwood
and
sentinel
and
oak
that
had
once
grown
there
had
been
harvested
centuries
ago
,
to
create
a
broad
swath
of
open
ground
through
which
no
enemy
could
hope
to
pass
unseen
.
Tyrion
had
heard
that
elsewhere
along
the
Wall
,
between
the
three
fortresses
,
the
wildwood
had
come
creeping
back
over
the
decades
,
that
there
were
places
where
grey-green
sentinels
and
pale
white
weirwoods
had
taken
root
in
the
shadow
of
the
Wall
itself
,
but
Castle
Black
had
a
prodigious
appetite
for
firewood
,
and
here
the
forest
was
still
kept
at
bay
by
the
axes
of
the
black
brothers
.
It
was
never
far
,
though
.
From
up
here
Tyrion
could
see
it
,
the
dark
trees
looming
beyond
the
stretch
of
open
ground
,
like
a
second
wall
built
parallel
to
the
first
,
a
wall
of
night
.
Few
axes
had
ever
swung
in
that
black
wood
,
where
even
the
moonlight
could
not
penetrate
the
ancient
tangle
of
root
and
thorn
and
grasping
limb
.
Out
there
the
trees
grew
huge
,
and
the
rangers
said
they
seemed
to
brood
and
knew
not
men
.
It
was
small
wonder
the
Night
's
Watch
named
it
the
haunted
forest
.
As
he
stood
there
and
looked
at
all
that
darkness
with
no
fires
burning
anywhere
,
with
the
wind
blowing
and
the
cold
like
a
spear
in
his
guts
,
Tyrion
Lannister
felt
as
though
he
could
almost
believe
the
talk
of
the
Others
,
the
enemy
in
the
night
.
His
jokes
of
grumkins
and
snarks
no
longer
seemed
quite
so
droll
.
"
My
uncle
is
out
there
,
"
Jon
Snow
said
softly
,
leaning
on
his
spear
as
he
stared
off
into
the
darkness
"
The
first
night
they
sent
me
up
here
,
I
thought
,
Uncle
Benjen
will
ride
back
tonight
,
and
I
'll
see
him
first
and
blow
the
horn
.
He
never
came
,
though
.
Not
that
night
and
not
any
night
.
"
"
Give
him
time
,
"
Tyrion
said
.
Far
off
to
the
north
,
a
wolf
began
to
howl
.
Another
voice
picked
up
the
call
,
then
another
.
Ghost
cocked
his
head
and
listened
.
"
If
he
does
n't
come
back
,
"
Jon
Snow
promised
,
"
Ghost
and
I
will
go
find
him
.
"
He
put
his
hand
on
the
direwolf
's
head
.
"
I
believe
you
,
"
Tyrion
said
,
but
what
he
thought
was
,
And
who
will
go
find
you
?
He
shivered
.
