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Pyp
let
fly
a
whoop
and
thrust
his
sword
into
the
air
.
Ser
Alliser
fixed
him
with
a
reptile
stare
.
"
They
will
call
you
men
of
Night
's
Watch
now
,
but
you
are
bigger
fools
than
the
Mummer
's
Monkey
here
if
you
believe
that
.
You
are
boys
still
,
green
and
stinking
of
summer
,
and
when
the
winter
comes
you
will
die
like
flies
.
"
And
with
that
,
Ser
Alliser
Thorne
took
his
leave
of
them
.
The
other
boys
gathered
round
the
eight
who
had
been
named
,
laughing
and
cursing
and
offering
congratulations
.
Halder
smacked
Toad
on
the
butt
with
the
flat
of
his
sword
and
shouted
,
"
Toad
,
of
the
Night
's
Watch
!
"
Yelling
that
a
black
brother
needed
a
horse
,
Pyp
leapt
onto
Grenn
's
shoulders
,
and
they
tumbled
to
the
ground
,
rolling
and
punching
and
hooting
.
Dareon
dashed
inside
the
armory
and
returned
with
a
skin
of
sour
red
.
As
they
passed
the
wine
from
hand
to
hand
,
grinning
like
fools
,
Jon
noticed
Samwell
Tarly
standing
by
himself
beneath
a
bare
dead
tree
in
the
corner
of
the
yard
.
Jon
offered
him
the
skin
.
"
A
swallow
of
wine
?
"
Sam
shook
his
head
.
"
No
thank
you
,
Jon
.
"
"
Are
you
well
?
"
"
Very
well
,
truly
,
"
the
fat
boy
lied
.
"
I
am
so
happy
for
you
all
.
"
His
round
face
quivered
as
he
forced
a
smile
.
"
You
will
be
First
Ranger
someday
,
just
as
your
uncle
was
.
"
"
Is
,
"
Jon
corrected
.
He
would
not
accept
that
Benjen
Stark
was
dead
.
Before
he
could
say
more
,
Haider
cried
,
"
Here
,
you
planning
to
drink
that
all
yourself
?
"
Pyp
snatched
the
skin
from
his
hand
and
danced
away
,
laughing
.
While
Grenn
seized
his
arm
,
Pyp
gave
the
skin
a
squeeze
,
and
a
thin
stream
of
red
squirted
Jon
in
the
face
.
Haider
howled
in
protest
at
the
waste
of
good
wine
.
Jon
sputtered
and
struggled
.
Matthar
and
Jeren
climbed
the
wall
and
began
pelting
them
all
with
snowballs
.
By
the
time
he
wrenched
free
,
with
snow
in
his
hair
and
wine
stains
on
his
surcoat
,
Samwell
Tarly
had
gone
.
That
night
,
Three-Finger
Hobb
cooked
the
boys
a
special
meal
to
mark
the
occasion
.
When
Jon
arrived
at
the
common
hall
,
the
Lord
Steward
himself
led
him
to
the
bench
near
the
fire
.
The
older
men
clapped
him
on
the
arm
in
passing
.
The
eight
soon-to-be
brothers
feasted
on
rack
of
lamb
baked
in
a
crust
of
garlic
and
herbs
,
garnished
with
sprigs
of
mint
,
and
surrounded
by
mashed
yellow
turnips
swimming
in
butter
.
"
From
the
Lord
Commander
's
own
table
,
"
Bowen
Marsh
told
them
.
There
were
salads
of
spinach
and
chickpeas
and
turnip
greens
,
and
afterward
bowls
of
iced
blueberries
and
sweet
cream
.
