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Outside
,
one
of
the
guards
looked
at
him
and
said
,
"
Be
strong
,
boy
.
The
gods
are
cruel
.
"
They
know
,
Jon
realized
.
"
My
father
is
no
traitor
,
"
he
said
hoarsely
.
Even
the
words
stuck
in
his
throat
,
as
if
to
choke
him
.
The
wind
was
rising
,
and
it
seemed
colder
in
the
yard
than
it
had
when
he
'd
gone
in
.
Spirit
summer
was
drawing
to
an
end
.
The
rest
of
the
afternoon
passed
as
if
in
a
dream
.
Jon
could
not
have
said
where
he
walked
,
what
he
did
,
who
he
spoke
with
.
Ghost
was
with
him
,
he
knew
that
much
.
The
silent
presence
of
the
direwolf
gave
him
comfort
.
The
girls
do
not
even
have
that
much
,
he
thought
.
Their
wolves
might
have
kept
them
safe
,
but
Lady
is
dead
and
Nymeria
's
lost
,
they
're
all
alone
.
A
north
wind
had
begun
to
blow
by
the
time
the
sun
went
down
.
Jon
could
hear
it
skirling
against
the
Wall
and
over
the
icy
battlements
as
he
went
to
the
common
hall
for
the
evening
meal
.
Hobb
had
cooked
up
a
venison
stew
,
thick
with
barley
,
onions
,
and
carrots
.
When
he
spooned
an
extra
portion
onto
Jon
's
plate
and
gave
him
the
crusty
heel
of
the
bread
,
he
knew
what
it
meant
.
He
knows
.
He
looked
around
the
hall
,
saw
heads
turn
quickly
,
eyes
politely
averted
.
They
all
know
.
His
friends
rallied
to
him
.
"
We
asked
the
septon
to
light
a
candle
for
your
father
,
"
Matthar
told
him
.
"
It
's
a
lie
,
we
all
know
it
's
a
lie
,
even
Grenn
knows
it
's
a
lie
,
"
Pyp
chimed
in
.
Grenn
nodded
,
and
Sam
clasped
Jon
's
hand
,
"
You
're
my
brother
now
,
so
he
's
my
father
too
,
"
the
fat
boy
said
.
"
If
you
want
to
go
out
to
the
weirwoods
and
pray
to
the
old
gods
,
I
'll
go
with
you
.
"
The
weirwoods
were
beyond
the
Wall
,
yet
he
knew
Sam
meant
what
he
said
.
They
are
my
brothers
,
he
thought
.
As
much
as
Robb
and
Bran
and
Rickon
...
And
then
he
heard
the
laughter
,
sharp
and
cruel
as
a
whip
,
and
the
voice
of
Ser
Alliser
Thorne
.
"
Not
only
a
bastard
,
but
a
traitor
's
bastard
,
"
he
was
telling
the
men
around
him
.
In
the
blink
of
an
eye
,
Jon
had
vaulted
onto
the
table
,
dagger
in
his
hand
.
Pyp
made
a
grab
for
him
,
but
he
wrenched
his
leg
away
,
and
then
he
was
sprinting
down
the
table
and
kicking
the
bowl
from
Ser
Alliser
's
hand
.
Stew
went
flying
everywhere
,
spattering
the
brothers
.
Thorne
recoiled
.
People
were
shouting
,
but
Jon
Snow
did
not
hear
them
.
He
lunged
at
Ser
Alliser
's
face
with
the
dagger
,
slashing
at
those
cold
onyx
eyes
,
but
Sam
threw
himself
between
them
and
before
Jon
could
get
around
him
,
Pyp
was
on
his
back
clinging
like
a
monkey
,
and
Grenn
was
grabbing
his
arm
while
Toad
wrenched
the
knife
from
his
fingers
.
