The Wall was behind, the world was ahead. Jonâs boots were muddy from trudging along the bank of a river. He didnât know which river, although he though that he was far enough south to be traversing the Riverlands. He hoped the river was one that took him in sight of, but not to, Riverrun. Ghost had run ahead, and it felt like hours before Jon caught up to him. The direwolf let out a huff after Jon gave him a scratch between the ears, and turned his nose to point ahead.
Jon had mistaken himself. What loomed ahead was the Twins. Seat of Walder Frey. Ghostâs red eyes held a strange look, a strangeness which Jon also felt. He knew what had happened in that castle, in the home of a despicable, jealous, easily slighted old man. It made him feel sick. His brother had been murdered, Grey wind had been killed without mercy, and Catelyn had been rudely disposed of as well. No matter how sheâd treated Jon, no one deserved to be killed that way. Guest right was broken, ignored. May the Old Gods curse you for a hundred generations to come. Jon thought, before turning from the river and castle with hard eyes and tense jaw, to find a spot for the two of them to sleep for the night.
