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"
Small
help
you
were
,
"
he
said
.
The
deep
red
eyes
looked
at
him
knowingly
.
"
We
had
best
hurry
,
"
Pyp
said
.
"
If
we
're
not
back
before
first
light
,
the
Old
Bear
will
have
all
our
heads
.
"
Of
the
ride
back
,
Jon
Snow
remembered
little
.
It
seemed
shorter
than
the
journey
south
,
perhaps
because
his
mind
was
elsewhere
.
Pyp
set
the
pace
,
galloping
,
walking
,
trotting
,
and
then
breaking
into
another
gallop
.
Mole
's
Town
came
and
went
,
the
red
lantern
over
the
brothel
long
extinguished
.
They
made
good
time
.
Dawn
was
still
an
hour
off
when
Jon
glimpsed
the
towers
of
Castle
Black
ahead
of
them
,
dark
against
the
pale
immensity
of
the
Wall
.
It
did
not
seem
like
home
this
time
.
They
could
take
him
back
,
Jon
told
himself
,
but
they
could
not
make
him
stay
.
The
war
would
not
end
on
the
morrow
,
or
the
day
after
,
and
his
friends
could
not
watch
him
day
and
night
.
He
would
bide
his
time
,
make
them
think
he
was
content
to
remain
here
...
and
then
,
when
they
had
grown
lax
,
he
would
be
off
again
.
Next
time
he
would
avoid
the
kingsroad
.
He
could
follow
the
Wall
east
,
perhaps
all
the
way
to
the
sea
,
a
longer
route
but
a
safer
one
.
Or
even
west
,
to
the
mountains
,
and
then
south
over
the
high
passes
.
That
was
the
wildling
's
way
,
hard
and
perilous
,
but
at
least
no
one
wouid
follow
him
.
He
would
n't
stray
within
a
hundred
leagues
of
Winterfell
or
the
kingsroad
.
Samwell
Tarly
awaited
them
in
the
old
stables
,
slumped
on
the
ground
against
a
bale
of
hay
,
too
anxious
to
sleep
.
He
rose
and
brushed
himself
off
.
"
I.
.
.
I
'm
glad
they
found
you
,
Jon
.
"
"
I
'm
not
,
"
Jon
said
,
dismounting
.
Pyp
hopped
off
his
horse
and
looked
at
the
lightening
sky
with
disgust
.
"
Give
us
a
hand
bedding
down
the
horses
,
Sam
,
"
the
small
boy
said
.
"
We
have
a
long
day
before
us
,
and
no
sleep
to
face
it
on
,
thanks
to
Lord
Snow
.
"
When
day
broke
,
Jon
walked
to
the
kitchens
as
he
did
every
dawn
.
Three-Finger
Hobb
said
nothing
as
he
gave
him
the
Old
Bear
's
breakfast
.
Today
it
was
three
brown
eggs
boiled
hard
,
with
fried
bread
and
ham
steak
and
a
bowl
of
wrinkled
plums
.
Jon
carried
the
food
back
to
the
King
's
Tower
.
He
found
Mormont
at
the
window
seat
,
writing
.
His
raven
was
walking
back
and
forth
across
his
shoulders
,
muttering
,
"
Corn
,
corn
,
corn
.
"
The
bird
shrieked
when
Jon
entered
.
"
Put
the
food
on
the
table
,
"
the
Old
Bear
said
,
glancing
up
.
"
I
'll
have
some
beer
.
"
Jon
opened
a
shuttered
window
,
took
the
flagon
of
beer
off
the
outside
ledge
,
and
filled
a
horn
.
Hobb
had
given
him
a
lemon
,
still
cold
from
the
Wall
.
Jon
crushed
it
in
his
fist
.
The
juice
trickled
through
his
fingers
.
Mormont
drank
lemon
in
his
beer
every
day
,
and
claimed
that
was
why
he
still
had
his
own
teeth
.
"
Doubtless
you
loved
your
father
,
"
Mormont
said
when
Jon
brought
him
his
horn
.
"
The
things
we
love
destroy
us
every
time
,
lad
.
Remember
when
I
told
you
that
?
"
