![]() "Try." Jon reached back for his sword, but one of them grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back. If they were real, he thought, they were as cruel and implacable as winter. Castle Black had no godswood, only a small sept and a drunken septon, but Jon could not find it in him to pray to any gods, old or new. If he must be alone, he would make solitude his armor. He'd beaten every one of them in the yard. All four of them were bigger than he was, but they did not scare him. "I'll break the other one for you if you ask nicely." Grenn was sixteen and a head taller than Jon. "Maybe we'll break you," one of the rapers said. "He broke my wrist," Grenn said again, holding it out to Noye for inspection. ![]() 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. What was he becoming? Afterward he sought out Ghost in the loneliness of his cell, and buried his face in his thick white fur. As he watched his uncle lead his horse into the tunnel, Jon had remembered the things that Tyrion Lannister told him on the kingsroad, and in his mind's eye he saw Ben Stark lying dead, his blood red on the snow. ![]()
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