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"
Are
n't
you
going
to
eat
those
?
"
Toad
asked
.
"
They
're
yours
.
"
Jon
had
hardly
tasted
Hobb
's
great
feast
.
"
I
could
not
eat
another
bite
.
"
He
took
his
cloak
from
its
hook
near
the
door
and
shouldered
his
way
out
.
Pyp
followed
him
.
"
Jon
,
what
is
it
?
"
"
Sam
,
"
he
admitted
.
"
He
was
not
at
table
tonight
.
"
"
It
's
not
like
him
to
miss
a
meal
,
"
Pyp
said
thoughtfully
.
"
Do
you
suppose
he
's
taken
ill
?
"
"
He
's
frightened
.
We
're
leaving
him
.
"
He
remembered
the
day
he
had
left
Winterfell
,
all
the
bittersweet
farewells
;
Bran
lying
broken
,
Robb
with
snow
in
his
hair
,
Arya
raining
kisses
on
him
after
he
'd
given
her
Needle
.
"
Once
we
say
our
words
,
we
'll
all
have
duties
to
attend
to
.
Some
of
us
may
be
sent
away
,
to
Eastwatch
or
the
Shadow
Tower
.
Sam
will
remain
in
training
,
with
the
likes
of
Rast
and
Cuger
and
these
new
boys
who
are
coming
up
the
kingsroad
.
Gods
only
know
what
they
'll
be
like
,
but
you
can
bet
Ser
Alliser
will
send
them
against
him
,
first
chance
he
gets
.
"
Pyp
made
a
grimace
.
"
You
did
all
you
could
.
"
"
All
we
could
was
n't
enough
,
"
Jon
said
.
A
deep
restlessness
was
on
him
as
he
went
back
to
Hardin
's
Tower
for
Ghost
.
The
direwolf
walked
beside
him
to
the
stables
.
Some
of
the
more
skittish
horses
kicked
at
their
stalls
and
laid
back
their
ears
as
they
entered
.
Jon
saddled
his
mare
,
mounted
,
and
rode
out
from
Castle
Black
,
south
across
the
moonlit
night
.
Ghost
raced
ahead
of
him
,
flying
over
the
ground
,
gone
in
the
blink
of
an
eye
.
Jon
let
him
go
.
A
wolf
needed
to
hunt
.
