Jon saddled his mare, mounted, and rode out from Castle Black, south across the moonlit night. It was true, Lord Eddard had often made Robb part of his councils back at Winterfell. A few villagers eyed the direwolves anxiously as the riders went past, and one man dropped the wood he was carrying as he shrank away in fear, but most of the townfolk had grown used to the sight. The foot can continue down the kingsroad, while our horsemen cross the Green Fork at the Twins.
Jon did not want to talk of it. We'll thank you kindly for the mount and for the venison, and you and your brother can be on your way. Maester Aemon's apartments were in a stout wooden keep below the rookery. And now, I believe I am ready to sleep.
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