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He
had
no
destination
in
mind
.
He
wanted
only
to
ride
.
He
followed
the
creek
for
a
time
,
listening
to
the
icy
trickle
of
water
over
rock
,
then
cut
across
the
fields
to
the
kingsroad
.
It
stretched
out
before
him
,
narrow
and
stony
and
pocked
with
weeds
,
a
road
of
no
particular
promise
,
yet
the
sight
of
it
filled
Jon
Snow
with
a
vast
longing
.
Winterfell
was
down
that
road
,
and
beyond
it
Riverrun
and
King
's
Landing
and
the
Eyrie
and
so
many
other
places
;
Casterly
Rock
,
the
Isle
of
Faces
,
the
red
mountains
of
Dorne
,
the
hundred
islands
of
Braavos
in
the
sea
,
the
smoking
ruins
of
old
Valyria
.
All
the
places
that
Jon
would
never
see
.
The
world
was
down
that
road
...
and
he
was
here
.
Once
he
swore
his
vow
,
the
Wall
would
be
his
home
until
he
was
old
as
Maester
Aemon
.
"
I
have
not
sworn
yet
,
"
he
muttered
.
He
was
no
outlaw
,
bound
to
take
the
black
or
pay
the
penalty
for
his
crimes
.
He
had
come
here
freely
,
and
he
might
leave
freely
...
until
he
said
the
words
.
He
need
only
ride
on
,
and
he
could
leave
it
all
behind
.
By
the
time
the
moon
was
full
again
,
he
would
be
back
in
Winterfell
with
his
brothers
.
Your
half
brothers
,
a
voice
inside
reminded
him
.
And
Lady
Stark
,
who
will
not
welcome
you
.
There
was
no
place
for
him
in
Winterfell
,
no
place
in
King
's
Landing
either
.
Even
his
own
mother
had
not
had
a
place
for
him
.
The
thought
of
her
made
him
sad
.
He
wondered
who
she
had
been
,
what
she
had
looked
like
,
why
his
father
had
left
her
.
Because
she
was
a
whore
or
an
adulteress
,
fool
.
Something
dark
and
dishonorable
,
or
else
why
was
Lord
Eddard
too
ashamed
to
speak
of
her
?
Jon
Snow
turned
away
from
the
kingsroad
to
look
behind
him
.
The
fires
of
Castle
Black
were
hidden
behind
a
hill
,
but
the
Wall
was
there
,
pale
beneath
the
moon
,
vast
and
cold
,
running
from
horizon
to
horizon
.
He
wheeled
his
horse
around
and
started
for
home
.
Ghost
returned
as
he
crested
a
rise
and
saw
the
distant
glow
of
lamplight
from
the
Lord
Commander
's
Tower
.
The
direwolf
s
muzzle
was
red
with
blood
as
he
trotted
beside
the
horse
.
Jon
found
himself
thinking
of
Samwell
Tarly
again
on
the
ride
back
.
By
the
time
he
reached
the
stables
,
he
knew
what
he
must
do
.
Maester
Aemon
's
apartments
were
in
a
stout
wooden
keep
below
the
rookery
.
Aged
and
frail
,
the
maester
shared
his
chambers
with
two
of
the
younger
stewards
,
who
tended
to
his
needs
and
helped
him
in
his
duties
.
The
brothers
joked
that
he
had
been
given
the
two
ugliest
men
in
the
Night
's
Watch
;
being
blind
,
he
was
spared
having
to
look
at
them
.
Clydas
was
short
,
bald
,
and
chinless
,
with
small
pink
eyes
like
a
mole
.
Chett
had
a
wen
on
his
neck
the
size
of
a
pigeon
's
egg
,
and
a
face
red
with
boils
and
pimples
.
Perhaps
that
was
why
he
always
seemed
so
angry
.
It
was
Chett
who
answered
Jon
's
knock
.
"
I
need
to
speak
to
Maester
Aemon
,
"
Jon
told
him
.
