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From
that
day
forth
,
neither
Rast
nor
any
of
the
others
would
hurt
Samwell
Tarly
.
When
Ser
Alliser
matched
them
against
him
,
they
would
stand
their
ground
and
swat
aside
his
slow
,
clumsy
strokes
If
the
master-at-arms
screamed
for
an
attack
,
they
would
dance
in
and
tap
Sam
lightly
on
breastplate
or
helm
or
leg
.
Ser
Alliser
raged
and
threatened
and
called
them
all
cravens
and
women
and
worse
,
yet
Sam
remained
unhurt
.
A
few
nights
later
,
at
Jon
's
urging
,
he
joined
them
for
the
evening
meal
,
taking
a
place
on
the
bench
beside
Halder
.
It
was
another
fortnight
before
he
found
the
nerve
to
join
their
talk
,
but
in
time
he
was
laughing
at
Pyp
's
faces
and
teasing
Grenn
with
the
best
of
them
.
Fat
and
awkward
and
frightened
he
might
be
,
but
Samwell
Tarly
was
no
fool
.
One
night
he
visited
Jon
in
his
cell
.
"
I
do
n't
know
what
you
did
,
"
he
said
,
"
but
I
know
you
did
it
.
"
He
looked
away
shyly
.
"
I
've
never
had
a
friend
before
.
"
"
We
're
not
friends
,
"
Jon
said
.
He
put
a
hand
on
Sam
's
broad
shoulder
.
"
We
're
brothers
.
"
And
so
they
were
,
he
thought
to
himself
after
Sam
had
taken
his
leave
.
Robb
and
Bran
and
Rickon
were
his
father
's
sons
,
and
he
loved
them
still
,
yet
Jon
knew
that
he
had
never
truly
been
one
of
them
.
Catelyn
Stark
had
seen
to
that
.
The
grey
walls
of
Winterfell
might
still
haunt
his
dreams
,
but
Castle
Black
was
his
life
now
,
and
his
brothers
were
Sam
and
Grenn
and
Halder
and
Pyp
and
the
other
cast-outs
who
wore
the
black
of
the
Night
's
Watch
.
"
My
uncle
spoke
truly
,
"
he
whispered
to
Ghost
.
He
wondered
if
he
would
ever
see
Benjen
Stark
again
,
to
tell
him
.
It
's
the
hand
's
tourney
that
's
the
cause
of
all
the
trouble
,
my
lords
,
"
the
commander
of
the
city
watch
complained
to
the
king
's
council
.
"
The
king
's
tourney
,
"
Ned
corrected
,
wincing
.
"
I
assure
you
,
the
Hand
wants
no
part
of
it
.
"
"
Call
it
what
you
will
,
my
lord
.
Knights
have
been
arriving
from
all
over
the
realm
,
and
for
every
knight
we
get
two
freeriders
,
three
craftsmen
,
six
men-at-arms
,
a
dozen
merchants
,
two
dozen
whores
,
and
more
thieves
than
I
dare
guess
.
This
cursed
heat
had
half
the
city
in
a
fever
to
start
,
and
now
with
all
these
visitors
...
last
night
we
had
a
drowning
,
a
tavern
riot
,
three
knife
fights
,
a
rape
,
two
fires
,
robberies
beyond
count
,
and
a
drunken
horse
race
down
the
Street
of
the
Sisters
.
The
night
before
a
woman
's
head
was
found
in
the
Great
Sept
,
floating
in
the
rainbow
pool
.
No
one
seems
to
know
how
it
got
there
or
who
it
belongs
to
.
"
"
How
dreadful
,
"
Varys
said
with
a
shudder
.
