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〃He won't。 Craster's his real father。 You saw him； he was hard as an old tree stump； and Gilly is stronger than she looks。〃
〃If the boy shows any skill with sword or lance； he should have a place with your father's household guard at the least；〃 Jon said。 〃It's not unknown for bastards to be trained as squires and raised to knighthood。 But you'd best be sure Gilly can play this game convincingly。 From what you've told me of Lord Randyll； I doubt he would take kindly to being deceived。〃
More guards were posted on the steps outside the tower。 These were king's men； though； Sam had quickly learned the difference。 The king's men were as earthy and impious as any other soldiers； but the queen's men were fervid in their devotion to Melisandre of Asshai and her Lord of Light。 〃Are you going to the practice yard again？〃 Sam asked as they crossed the yard。 〃Is it wise to train so hard before your leg's done healing？〃
Jon shrugged。 〃What else is there for me to do？ Marsh has removed me from duty； for fear that I'm still a turncloak。〃
〃It's only a few who believe that；〃 Sam assured him。 〃Ser Alliser and his friends。 Most of the brothers know better。 King Stannis knows as well； I'll wager。 You brought him the Horn of Winter and captured Mance Rayder's son。〃
〃All I did was protect Val and the babe against looters when the wildlings fled； and keep them there until the rangers found us。 I never captured anyone。 King Stannis keeps his men well in hand； that's plain。 He lets them plunder some； but I've only heard of three wildling women being raped； and the men who did it have all been gelded。 I suppose I should have been killing the free folk as they ran。 Ser Alliser has been putting it about that the only time I bared my sword was to defend our foes。 I failed to kill Mance Rayder because I was in league with him； he says。〃
〃That's only Ser Alliser；〃 said Sam。 〃Everyone knows the sort of man he is。〃 With his noble birth； his knighthood； and his long years in the Watch； Ser Alliser Thorne might have been a strong challenger for the Lord mander's title； but almost all the men he'd trained during his years as master…at…arms despised him。 His name had been offered； of course； but after running a weak sixth on the first day and actually losing votes on the second； Thorne had withdrawn to support Lord Janos Slynt。
〃What everyone knows is that Ser Alliser is a knight from a noble line； and trueborn； while I'm the bastard who killed Qhorin Halfhand and bedded with a spearwife。 The warg； I've heard them call me。 How can I be a warg without a wolf； I ask you？〃 His mouth twisted。 〃I don't even dream of Ghost anymore。 All my dreams are of the crypts； of the stone kings on their thrones。 Sometimes I hear Robb's voice； and my father's； as if they were at a feast。 But there's a wall between us； and I know that no place has been set for me。〃
The living have no place at the feasts of the dead。 It tore the heart from Sam to hold his silence then。 Bran's not dead； Jon； he wanted to stay。 He's with friends； and they're going north on a giant elk to find a three…eyed crow in the depths of the haunted forest。 it sounded so mad that there were times Sam Tarly thought he must have dreamt it all； conjured it whole from fever and fear and hunger 。 。 。 but he would have blurted it out anyway； if he had not given his word。
Three times he had sworn to keep the secret； once to Bran himself； once to that strange boy Jojen Reed； and last of all to Coldhands。 〃The world believes the boy is dead；〃 his rescuer had said as they parted。 〃Let his bones lie undisturbed。 We want no seekers ing after us。 Swear it； Samwell of the Night's Watch。 Swear it for the life you owe me。〃
Miserable； Sam shifted his weight and said； 〃Lord Janos will never be chosen Lord mander。〃 It was the best fort he had to offer Jon； the only fort。 〃That won't happen。〃
〃Sam； you're a sweet fool。 Open your eyes。 It's been happening for days。〃 Jon pushed his hair back out of his eyes and said； 〃I may know nothing； but I know that。 Now pray excuse me； I need to hit someone very hard with a sword。〃
There was naught that Sam could do but watch him stride off toward the armory and the practice yard。 That was where Jon Snow spent most of his waking hours。 With Ser Endrew dead and Ser Alliser disinterested； Castle Black had no master…at…arms； so Jon had taken it on himself to work with some of the rawer recruits； Satin； Horse； Hop…Robin with his clubfoot； Arron and Emrick。 And when they had duties； he would train alone for hours with sword and shield and spear； or match himself against anyone who cared to take him on。
Sam； you're a sweet fool； he could hear Jon saying； all the way back to the maester's keep。 Open your eyes。 It's been happening for days。 Could he be right？ A man needed the votes of two…thirds of the Sworn Brothers to bee the Lord mander of the Night's Watch； and after nine days and nine votes no one was even close to that。 Lord Janos had been gaining； true； creeping up past first Bowen Marsh and then Othell Yarwyck； but he was still well behind Ser Denys Mallister of the Shadow Tower and Cotter Pyke of Eastwatch…by…the…Sea。 One of them will be the new Lord mander； surely； Sam told himself。
Stannis had posted guards outside the maester's door too。 Within； the rooms were hot and crowded with the wounded from the battle； black brothers； king's men； and queen's men； all three。 Clydas was shuffling amongst them with flagons of goats' milk and dreamwine； but Maester Aemon had not yet returned from his morning call on Mance Rayder。 Sam hung his cloak upon a peg and went to lend a hand。 But even as he fetched and poured and changed dressings； Jon's words nagged at him。 Sam； you're a sweet fool。 Open your eyes。 It's been happening for days。
It was a good hour before he could excuse himself to feed the ravens。 On the way up to the rookery； he stopped to check the tally he had made of last night's count。 At the start of the choosing； more than thirty names had been offered； but most had withdrawn once it became clear they could not win。 Seven remained as of last night。 Ser Denys Mallister had collected two hundred and thirteen tokens； Cotter Pyke one hundred and eighty…seven； Lord Slynt seventy…four； Othell Yarwyck sixty； Bowen Marsh forty…nine； Three…Finger Hobb five； and Dolorous Edd Tollett one。 PYP and his stupid japes。 Sam shuffled through the earlier counts。 Ser Denys； Cotter Pyke； and Bowen Marsh had all been falling since the third day； Othell Yarwyck since the sixth。 Only Lord Janos Slynt was climbing； day after day after day。
He could hear the birds quorking in the rookery； so he put the papers away and climbed the steps to feed them。 Three more ravens had e in； he saw with pleasure。 〃Snow；〃 they cried at him。 〃Snow； snow； snow〃 He had taught them that。 Even with the newers； the ravenry seemed dismally empty。 Few of the birds that Aemon had sent off had returned as yet。 One reached Stannis； though。 One found Dragonstone； and a king who still cared。 A thousand leagues south； Sam knew； his father had joined House Tarly to the cause of the boy on the Iron Throne； but neither King Joffrey nor little King Tornmen had bestirred himself when the Watch cried out for help。 What good is a king who will not defend his realm？ he thought angrily； remembering the night on the Fist of the First Men and the terrible trek to Craster's Keep through darkness； fear； and falling snow。 The queen's men made him uneasy； it was true； but at least they had e。
That night at supper Sam looked for Jon Snow； but did not see him anywhere in the cavernous stone vault where the brothers now took their meals。 He finally took a place on the bench near his other friends。 Pyp was telling Dolorous Edd about the contest they'd had to see which of the straw soldiers could collect the most wildling arrows。 〃You were leading most of the way； but Watt of Long Lake got three in the last day and passed you。〃
〃I never win anything；〃 Dolorous Edd plained。 〃The gods always smiled on Watt； though。 When the wildlings knocked him off the Bridge of Skulls； somehow he landed in a nice deep pool of water。 How lucky was that； missing all those rocks？〃
〃Was it a long fall？〃 Grenn wanted to know。 〃Did landing in the pool of water save his life？〃
〃No；〃 said Dolorous Edd。 〃He was dead already； from that axe in his head。 Still； it was pretty lucky； missing the rocks。〃
Three…Finger Hobb had promised the brothers roast haunch of mammoth that night； maybe in hopes of cadging a few more votes。 If that was his notion； he should have found a younger mammoth； Sam thought； as he pulled a string of gristle out from between his teeth。 Sighing； he pushed the food away。
There would be another vote shortly； and the tensions in the air were thicker than the smoke。 Cotter Pyke sat by the fire； surrounded by rangers from Eastwatch。 Ser Denys Mallister was near the door with a smaller group of Shadow Tower men。 fanos Slynt has the best place； Sam realized； halfway between the flames and the drafts。 He was alarmed to see Bowen Marsh beside him； wan…faced and haggard； his head still wrapped in linen； but listening to all that Lord Janos had to say。 When he pointed that out to his friends； Pyp said； 〃And look down there； tha