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"
A
direwolf
,
"
Jon
said
.
"
His
name
is
Ghost
.
"
He
stared
up
at
the
little
man
,
his
disappointment
suddenly
forgotten
.
"
What
are
you
doing
up
there
?
Why
are
n't
you
at
the
feast
?
"
"
Too
hot
,
too
noisy
,
and
I
'd
drunk
too
much
wine
,
"
the
dwarf
told
him
.
"
I
learned
long
ago
that
it
is
considered
rude
to
vomit
on
your
brother
.
Might
I
have
a
closer
look
at
your
wolf
?
"
Jon
hesitated
,
then
nodded
slowly
.
"
Can
you
climb
down
,
or
shall
I
bring
a
ladder
?
"
"
Oh
,
bleed
that
,
"
the
little
man
said
.
He
pushed
himself
off
the
ledge
into
empty
air
.
Jon
gasped
,
then
watched
with
awe
as
Tyrion
Lannister
spun
around
in
a
tight
ball
,
landed
lightly
on
his
hands
,
then
vaulted
backward
onto
his
legs
.
Ghost
backed
away
from
him
uncertainly
.
The
dwarf
dusted
himself
off
and
laughed
.
"
I
believe
I
've
frightened
your
wolf
.
My
apologies
.
"
"
He
's
not
scared
,
"
Jon
said
.
He
knelt
and
called
out
.
"
Ghost
,
come
here
.
Come
on
.
That
's
it
.
"
The
wolf
pup
padded
closer
and
nuzzled
at
Jon
's
face
,
but
he
kept
a
wary
eye
on
Tyrion
Lannister
,
and
when
the
dwarf
reached
out
to
pet
him
,
he
drew
back
and
bared
his
fangs
in
a
silent
snarl
.
"
Shy
,
is
n't
he
?
"
Lannister
observed
.
"
Sit
,
Ghost
,
"
Jon
commanded
.
"
That
's
it
.
Keep
still
.
"
He
looked
up
at
the
dwarf
.
"
You
can
touch
him
now
.
He
wo
n't
move
until
I
tell
him
to
.
I
've
been
training
him
.
"
"
I
see
,
"
Lannister
said
.
