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floor, and tried to cross his legs. His back ached so abominably from the walking that he would have liked to lean up against one of the carved wooden pillars that

supported the roof, but the fire was in the center of the hall beneath the smoke hole and he craved warmth even more than comfort. “Another few days should see us

there.”  Sam had his maps, but if this wasn’t Whitetree then they weren’t going to be much use. We went too far east to get around that lake, he fretted, or maybe

too far west when I tried to double back. He was coming to hate lakes and rivers. Up here there was never a ferry or bridge, which meant walking all the way around

the lakes and searching for places to ford the rivers. It was easier to follow a game trail the brush, easier to circle a ridge instead of

climbing it. If Bannen or Dywen were with us we’d be at Castle Black by now, warming our feet in the common room.