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Sam
told
the
tale
in
a
calm
,
dead
voice
,
as
if
it
were
something
that
had
happened
to
someone
else
,
not
to
him
.
And
strangely
,
Jon
thought
,
he
did
not
weep
,
not
even
once
.
When
he
was
done
,
they
sat
together
and
listened
to
the
wind
for
a
time
.
There
was
no
other
sound
in
all
the
world
.
Finally
Jon
said
,
"
We
should
go
back
to
the
common
hall
.
"
"
Why
?
"
Sam
asked
.
Jon
shrugged
.
"
There
's
hot
cider
to
drink
,
or
mulled
wine
if
you
prefer
.
Some
nights
Dareon
sings
for
us
,
if
the
mood
is
on
him
.
He
was
a
singer
,
before
...
well
,
not
truly
,
but
almost
,
an
apprentice
singer
.
"
"
How
did
he
come
here
?
"
Sam
asked
.
"
Lord
Rowan
of
Goldengrove
found
him
in
bed
with
his
daughter
.
The
girl
was
two
years
older
,
and
Dareon
swears
she
helped
him
through
her
window
,
but
under
her
father
's
eye
she
named
it
rape
,
so
here
he
is
.
When
Maester
Aemon
heard
him
sing
,
he
said
his
voice
was
honey
poured
over
thunder
.
"
Jon
smiled
.
"
Toad
sometimes
sings
too
,
if
you
call
it
singing
.
Drinking
songs
he
learned
in
his
father
's
winesink
.
Pyp
says
his
voice
is
piss
poured
over
a
fart
.
"
They
laughed
at
that
together
.
"
I
should
like
to
hear
them
both
,
"
Sam
admitted
,
"
but
they
would
not
want
me
there
.
"
His
face
was
troubled
.
"
He
's
going
to
make
me
fight
again
on
the
morrow
,
is
n't
he
?
"
"
He
is
,
"
Jon
was
forced
to
say
.
Sam
got
awkwardly
to
his
feet
.
"
I
had
better
try
to
sleep
.
"
He
huddled
down
in
his
cloak
and
plodded
off
.
