Tyrion ducked back inside his tent. A GAME OF THRONES 161Jon twisted like an eel and slammed a heel down across the instep of the boy holding him. Around the hall were broad grassy horse yards fenced with high hedges, firepits, and hundreds of round earthen houses that bulged from the ground like miniature hills, covered with grass. I would have you attend me when he comes, if you would.
Jon looked her over with all his fourteen-year-old wisdom. The white wolf rose and rubbed against him. Come share our fire, the night is cold, he called out to the creeping shadows. Or if they did, they shied away as if she had the grey plague.
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