"How often must I tell you no, Jon? We'll speak when I return." Ben Stark smiled at that, but he had no smile for his nephew. One of his rangers, a big ugly man, sang a bawdy song as he saddled his garron, his breath steaming in the cold morning air. Jon rose at dawn the next day to watch his uncle leave. 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. 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. "Maybe we'll break you," one of the rapers said. Toad sat on the floor, gingerly feeling the back of his head. Your father will always have a place in my heart, but these are my brothers now." He gestured with his dagger at the men around them, all the hard cold men in black. We put aside our old families when we swear our vows. If you thought your Stark blood would win you easy favors, you were wrong. "A boy you are, and a boy you'll remain until Ser Alliser says you are fit to be a man of the Night's Watch. "He broke my wrist," Grenn said again, holding it out to Noye for inspection.īenjen Stark frowned. He would give anything to be with her now, to muss up her hair once more and watch her make a face, to hear her finish a sentence with him. Arya never seemed to fit, no more than he had yet she could always make Jon smile. And Arya he missed her even more than Robb, skinny little thing that she was, all scraped knees and tangled hair and torn clothes, so fierce and willful. He missed the girls too, even Sansa, who never called him anything but "my half brother" since she was old enough to understand what bastard meant. He missed his true brothers: little Rickon, bright eyes shining as he begged for a sweet Robb, his rival and best friend and constant companion Bran, stubborn and curious, always wanting to follow and join in whatever Jon and Robb were doing. Jon was rolling away from the blows when a booming voice cut through the gloom of the armory. The two from the Fingers pulled him off, throwing him roughly to the ground.
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