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Sam
blushed
a
vivid
crimson
and
tripped
over
his
own
tongue
as
he
tried
to
stammer
out
a
courtesy
.
Jon
had
to
smile
.
When
they
emerged
from
under
the
trees
,
Mormont
spurred
his
tough
little
garron
to
a
trot
.
Ghost
came
streaking
out
from
the
woods
to
meet
them
,
licking
his
chops
,
his
muzzle
red
from
prey
.
High
above
,
the
men
on
the
Wall
saw
the
column
approaching
.
Jon
heard
the
deep
,
throaty
call
of
the
watchman
's
great
horn
,
calling
out
across
the
miles
;
a
single
long
blast
that
shuddered
through
the
trees
and
echoed
off
the
ice
.
UUUUUUUOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooooooooooo
.
The
sound
faded
slowly
to
silence
.
One
blast
meant
rangers
returning
,
and
Jon
thought
,
I
was
a
ranger
for
one
day
,
at
least
.
Whatever
may
come
,
they
can
not
take
that
away
from
me
.
Bowen
Marsh
was
waiting
at
the
first
gate
as
they
led
their
garrons
through
the
icy
tunnel
.
The
Lord
Steward
was
red-faced
and
agitated
.
"
My
lord
,
"
he
blurted
at
Mormont
as
he
swung
open
the
iron
bars
,
"
there
's
been
a
bird
,
you
must
come
at
once
.
"
"
What
is
it
,
man
?
"
Mormont
said
gruffly
.
Curiously
,
Marsh
glanced
at
Jon
before
he
answered
.
"
Maester
Aemon
has
the
letter
.
He
's
waiting
in
your
solar
.
"
"
Very
well
.
Jon
,
see
to
my
horse
,
and
tell
Ser
Jaremy
to
put
the
dead
men
in
a
storeroom
until
the
maester
is
ready
for
them
.
"
Mormont
strode
away
grumbling
.
As
they
led
their
horses
back
to
the
stable
,
Jon
was
uncomfortably
aware
that
people
were
watching
him
.
Ser
Alliser
Thorne
was
drilling
his
boys
in
the
yard
,
but
he
broke
off
to
stare
at
Jon
,
a
faint
half
smile
on
his
lips
.
One-armed
Donal
Noye
stood
in
the
door
of
the
armory
.
"
The
gods
be
with
you
,
Snow
,
"
he
called
out
.
