Ghost returned as he crested a rise and saw the distant glow of lamplight from the Lord Commander's Tower. I know, Littlefinger said. The bastard broke my wrist. The king looked at them for a long moment, then turned his eyes on his wife.
The king did come, and he sat beside the bed for hours, talking and joking of times long past in hopes of raising Lord Jon's spirits. And the women, Chella added. The little crannogman, Howland Reed, had taken her hand from his. After that, Mormont rode in silence, brooding.
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