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Jon
climbed
into
his
saddle
.
When
Bowen
Marsh
and
their
ranger
escort
had
mounted
,
Jon
put
two
fingers
in
his
mouth
and
whistled
.
Ghost
came
loping
out
of
the
tunnel
.
The
Lord
Steward
's
garron
whickered
and
backed
away
from
the
direwolf
.
"
Do
you
mean
to
take
that
beast
?
"
"
Yes
,
my
lord
,
"
Jon
said
.
Ghost
's
head
lifted
.
He
seemed
to
taste
the
air
.
In
the
blink
of
an
eye
he
was
off
,
racing
across
the
broad
,
weed-choked
field
to
vanish
in
the
trees
.
Once
they
had
entered
the
forest
,
they
were
in
a
different
world
.
Jon
had
often
hunted
with
his
father
and
Jory
and
his
brother
Robb
.
He
knew
the
wolfswood
around
Winterfell
as
well
as
any
man
.
The
haunted
forest
was
much
the
same
,
and
yet
the
feel
of
it
was
very
different
.
Perhaps
it
was
all
in
the
knowing
.
They
had
ridden
past
the
end
of
the
world
;
somehow
that
changed
everything
.
Every
shadow
seemed
darker
,
every
sound
more
ominous
.
The
trees
pressed
close
and
shut
out
the
light
of
the
setting
sun
.
A
thin
crust
of
snow
cracked
beneath
the
hooves
of
their
horses
,
with
a
sound
like
breaking
bones
.
When
the
wind
set
the
leaves
to
rustling
,
it
was
like
a
chilly
finger
tracing
a
path
up
Jon
's
spine
.
The
Wall
was
at
their
backs
,
and
only
the
gods
knew
what
lay
ahead
.
The
sun
was
sinking
below
the
trees
when
they
reached
their
destination
,
a
small
clearing
in
the
deep
of
the
wood
where
nine
weirwoods
grew
in
a
rough
circle
.
Jon
drew
in
a
breath
,
and
he
saw
Sam
Tarly
staring
.
Even
in
the
wolfswood
,
you
never
found
more
than
two
or
three
of
the
white
trees
growing
together
;
a
grove
of
nine
was
unheard
of
.
The
forest
floor
was
carpeted
with
fallen
leaves
,
bloodred
on
top
,
black
rot
beneath
.
The
wide
smooth
trunks
were
bone
pale
,
and
nine
faces
stared
inward
.
The
dried
sap
that
crusted
in
the
eyes
was
red
and
hard
as
ruby
.
Bowen
Marsh
commanded
them
to
leave
their
horses
outside
the
circle
.
"
This
is
a
sacred
place
,
we
will
not
defile
it
.
"
When
they
entered
the
grove
,
Samwell
Tarly
turned
slowly
looking
at
each
face
in
turn
.
No
two
were
quite
alike
.
"
They
're
watching
us
,
"
he
whispered
.
"
The
old
gods
.
"
"
Yes
.
"
Jon
knelt
,
and
Sam
knelt
beside
him
.
They
said
the
words
together
,
as
the
last
light
faded
in
the
west
and
grey
day
became
black
night
.
