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"
Jon
?
"
He
looked
up
.
Samwell
Tarly
stood
rocking
nervously
on
his
heels
.
His
cheeks
were
red
,
and
he
was
wrapped
in
a
heavy
fur
cloak
that
made
him
look
ready
for
hibernation
.
"
Sam
.
"
Jon
stood
.
"
What
is
it
?
Do
you
want
to
see
the
sword
?
"
If
the
others
had
known
,
no
doubt
Sam
did
too
.
The
fat
boy
shook
his
head
.
"
I
was
heir
to
my
father
's
blade
once
,
"
he
said
mournfully
.
"
Heartsbane
.
Lord
Randyll
let
me
hold
it
a
few
times
,
but
it
always
scared
me
.
It
was
Valyrian
steel
,
beautiful
but
so
sharp
I
was
afraid
I
'd
hurt
one
of
my
sisters
.
Dickon
will
have
it
now
.
"
He
wiped
sweaty
hands
on
his
cloak
.
"
I
ah
...
Maester
Aemon
wants
to
see
you
.
"
It
was
not
time
for
his
bandages
to
be
changed
.
Jon
frowned
suspiciously
.
"
Why
?
"
he
demanded
.
Sam
looked
miserable
.
That
was
answer
enough
.
"
You
told
him
,
did
n't
you
?
"
Jon
said
angrily
.
"
You
told
him
that
you
told
me
.
"
"
I.
.
.
he
...
Jon
,
I
did
n't
want
to
...
he
asked
...
I
mean
I
think
he
knew
,
he
sees
things
no
one
else
sees
...
"
"
He
's
blind
,
"
Jon
pointed
out
forcefully
,
disgusted
.
"
I
can
find
the
way
myself
.
"
He
left
Sam
standing
there
,
openmouthed
and
quivering
.
He
found
Maester
Aemon
up
in
the
rookery
,
feeding
the
ravens
.
Clydas
was
with
him
,
carrying
a
bucket
of
chopped
meat
as
they
shuffled
from
cage
to
cage
.
"
Sam
said
you
wanted
me
?
"
The
maester
nodded
.
"
I
did
indeed
.
Clydas
,
give
Jon
the
bucket
.
Perhaps
he
will
be
kind
enough
to
assist
me
.
"
The
hunched
,
pink-eyed
brother
handed
Jon
the
bucket
and
scurried
down
the
ladder
.
"
Toss
the
meat
into
the
cages
,
"
Aemon
instructed
him
.
"
The
birds
will
do
the
rest
.
"
Jon
shifted
the
bucket
to
his
right
hand
and
thrust
his
left
down
into
the
bloody
bits
.
The
ravens
began
to
scream
noisily
and
fly
at
the
bars
,
beating
at
the
metal
with
night-black
wings
.
The
meat
had
been
chopped
into
pieces
no
larger
than
a
finger
joint
.
He
filled
his
fist
and
tossed
the
raw
red
morsels
into
the
cage
,
and
the
squawking
and
squabbling
grew
hotter
.
Feathers
flew
as
two
of
the
larger
birds
fought
over
a
choice
piece
.
Quickly
Jon
grabbed
a
second
handful
and
threw
it
in
after
the
first
.
"
Lord
Mormont
's
raven
likes
fruit
and
corn
.
"
"
He
is
a
rare
bird
,
"
the
maester
said
.
