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A
striding
huntsman
had
been
worked
in
scarlet
thread
upon
the
breast
of
the
fat
boy
's
fur-trimmed
surcoat
.
Jon
did
not
recognize
the
sigil
.
Ser
Alliser
Thorne
looked
over
his
new
charge
and
said
,
"
It
would
seem
they
have
run
short
of
poachers
and
thieves
down
south
.
Now
they
send
us
pigs
to
man
the
Wall
.
Is
fur
and
velvet
your
notion
of
armor
,
my
Lord
of
Ham
?
"
It
was
soon
revealed
that
the
new
recruit
had
brought
his
own
armor
with
him
;
padded
doublet
,
boiled
leather
,
mail
and
plate
and
helm
,
even
a
great
wood-and-leather
shield
blazoned
with
the
same
striding
huntsman
he
wore
on
his
surcoat
.
As
none
of
it
was
black
,
however
,
Ser
Alliser
insisted
that
he
reequip
himself
from
the
armory
.
That
took
half
the
morning
.
His
girth
required
Donal
Noye
to
take
apart
a
mail
hauberk
and
refit
it
with
leather
panels
at
the
sides
.
To
get
a
helm
over
his
head
the
armorer
had
to
detach
the
visor
.
His
leathers
bound
so
tightly
around
his
legs
and
under
his
arms
that
he
could
scarcely
move
.
Dressed
for
battle
,
the
new
boy
looked
like
an
overcooked
sausage
about
to
burst
its
skin
.
"
Let
us
hope
you
are
not
as
inept
as
you
look
,
"
Ser
Alliser
said
.
"
Halder
,
see
what
Ser
Piggy
can
do
.
"
Jon
Snow
winced
.
Halder
had
been
born
in
a
quarry
and
apprenticed
as
a
stonemason
.
He
was
sixteen
,
tall
and
muscular
,
and
his
blows
were
as
hard
as
any
Jon
had
ever
felt
.
"
This
will
be
uglier
than
a
whore
's
ass
,
"
Pyp
muttered
,
and
it
was
.
The
fight
lasted
less
than
a
minute
before
the
fat
boy
was
on
the
ground
,
his
whole
body
shaking
as
blood
leaked
through
his
shattered
helm
and
between
his
pudgy
fingers
.
"
I
yield
,
"
he
shrilled
.
"
No
more
,
I
yield
,
do
n't
hit
me
.
"
Rast
and
some
of
the
other
boys
were
laughing
.
Even
then
,
Ser
Alliser
would
not
call
an
end
.
"
On
your
feet
,
Ser
Piggy
,
"
he
called
.
"
Pick
up
your
sword
.
"
When
the
boy
continued
to
cling
to
the
ground
,
Thorne
gestured
to
Halder
.
"
Hit
him
with
the
flat
of
your
blade
until
he
finds
his
feet
.
"
Halder
delivered
a
tentative
smack
to
his
foe
's
upraised
cheeks
.
"
You
can
hit
harder
than
that
,
"
Thorne
taunted
.
Halder
took
hold
of
his
longsword
with
both
hands
and
brought
it
down
so
hard
the
blow
split
leather
,
even
on
the
flat
.
The
new
boy
screeched
in
pain
.
Jon
Snow
took
a
step
forward
.
Pyp
laid
a
mailed
hand
on
his
arm
.
"
Jon
,
no
,
"
the
small
boy
whispered
with
an
anxious
glance
at
Ser
Alliser
Thorne
.
"
On
your
feet
,
"
Thorne
repeated
.
The
fat
boy
struggled
to
rise
,
slipped
,
and
fell
heavily
again
.
"
Ser
Piggy
is
starting
to
grasp
the
notion
,
"
Ser
Alliser
observed
.
"
Again
.
"
Halder
lifted
the
sword
for
another
blow
.
"
Cut
us
off
a
ham
!
"
Rast
urged
,
laughing
.
