The fires of Castle Black were hidden behind a hill, but the Wall was there, pale beneath the moon, vast and cold, running from horizon to horizon. Yes, you'll pour his wine and see that his bed linen is fresh, but you'll also take his letters, attend him at meetings, squire for him in battle. It shamed him. In that case, he said, death must have come as a blessed relief.
No, Jon Snow said, horrified. The dancers!Ser Jorah carried her inside the tent. For a moment Jon was too frightened to move. Drunken eyes, sullen with anger.
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