So cold, he thought, remembering the warm halls of Winterfell, where the hot waters ran through the walls like blood through a man's body.
He sat on a bench, his fingers fumbling with the fastenings on his cloak.
The weariness came on him suddenly, as he donned the roughspunblacks that were their everyday wear. He flew at Toad, knocked him backward over a bench, and landed on his chest with both hands on his throat, slamming his head against the packed earth. There was a sudden cry of pain, and he was free. Jon twisted like an eel and slammed a heel down across the instep of the boy holding him. Maybe I had her a time or two." He laughed. "Is that your mommy's mouth, bastard? What was she, some whore? Tell us her name. "The little lordling has a mouth on him," he said. "He broke my wrist," Grenn said again, holding it out to Noye for inspection. "Try." Jon reached back for his sword, but one of them grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back. You're no ranger, Jon, only a green boy with the smell of summer still on you." "On the Wall, a man gets only what he earns. "This is not Winterfell," he told him as he cut his meat with fork and dagger. That night he sought out his uncle in the great timbered common hall and pleaded to go with him. Three days after their arrival, Jon had heard that Benjen Stark was to lead a half-dozen men on a ranging into the haunted forest. Jon sat heavily on the long wooden bench as the others left, oblivious to the looks they gave him, the silent promises of future retribution. They were brutes and bullies, without a thimble of honor between them. He hardly ever spoke ,to them, if he could help it. The other two were the ones Yoren had brought north with them, Jon remembered, rapers taken down in the Fingers. He knew Todder, a short ugly boy with an unpleasant voice. Grenn loomed over him, thick of neck and red of face, with three of his friends behind him. What was he becoming? Afterward he sought out Ghost in the loneliness of his cell, and buried his face in his thick white fur. He was First Ranger, and he spent his days and nights with Lord Commander Mormont and Maester Aemon and the other high officers, while Jon was given over to the less than tender charge of Ser Alliser Thorne.Īs he watched his uncle lead his horse into the tunnel, Jon had remembered the things that Tyrion Lannister told him on the kingsroad, and in his mind's eye he saw Ben Stark lying dead, his blood red on the snow. Up here, the genial Benjen Stark he had known became a different person. Even his uncle had abandoned him in this cold place at the end of the world.
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