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Past

We had heard of the white walkers from stories we had been told by our mothers or milk maids, but it was still an event when we would make up stories that would keep us up at night.

Jon would tell us the more elaborate ones, Sam would tell the most frightening and me, well I would tell them with more fervor. Now, none of the stories were true. Mine were a mixture of some nightmares I had, some other ghost stories and hear say, but we all took turns at scaring each other. Or so we thought.

"And they had come behind the warrior," Jon said, his voice no more than a whisper. "Silently, as if they were floating. A human ear could never hear them. A human eye could never set their sights on them. Their icy stare is as cold as a winter storm. And there he stood. Alone. In the dark. And then…"

"Boo!"

I shouted behind Sam. He jumped so high and so fast that he knocked my feet from under me. I laid on the icy floor laughing and so did Jon, leaning against the cold stone wall.

"You two! Why do you have to frighten me like that?" Sam asked pacing up and down The Wall.

"Oh Sam, I'm sorry," I said crawling near Jon and plopping my ass on the freezing wall.

"No you're not, it was your idea," Jon said and we burst out laughing again.

"You two are…" We stopped and looked up at Sam, who was standing up, hands on hips and a chubby finger pointing at us.

"What are we mother?" I asked and another wave of laughter hit us.

"I'm hungry."

"We're really sorry, no need to get angry Sam," Jon said actually wiping a tear from his face.

"No! I said hungry like food hungry." I snorted but Sam looked at me and I stopped.

"We could go and hunt deer. Its fine weather for it, don't you think so ladies?" I said as Sam plopped down next to me.

"Yes my lord, we should take our best stallions and find ourselves a good dinner."

Now you must understand, food on The Wall, was how I should I put this? Ahhh yes…shit. For breakfast we had oat meal, frozen, a piece of hard bread, water, and at dinner we would be granted a small cup of soup. So, one night Sam started to make up a story about how we were lords of lands far away, with plenty of food and game to hunt. Since then, whenever we were hungry and couldn't really get any food, we'd play that game.

"Call the stable boy Samwell," Jon said. "The bastard, the fat and the disfigured are going hunting."

"Hey!" I frown. "I'm Sor Disfigured."

"And I'm Lord Fat," Sam said, bowing.

"I am terribly sorry if I have offended you my lords."

"We should make a trip to the whore house as well," Sam kept the fantasy going.

I rolled my eyes and rested my head against the wall. Sam liked girls, a lot. Even though he had never been with one, he would always take the time to describe what his father had done in the whore house. And the boy off course would reminisce about what could have been.

Jon would blush which would make me laugh and sometimes I would even contribute to the conversation. Not that I had ever laid with a woman or a man for that matter but since I was a woman, I would tell them about the body of a woman. The two of them even thought I had been with a woman, which in their eyes made me their king. At least in Sam's eyes anyway. Jon would groan and fuss about the topic.

"Again with that Sam?" Jon asked.

"No, not again. Again would mean I've done it at least once which you know I haven't," Sam countered sighing.

"Oh, gods above!" I exclaimed under my breath.

This conversation was nothing new to me. Sam would start it without warning. It didn't make me uncomfortable. At first I would cower inside my cloak and hope to disappear before the conversation got any further. But now after a few surprises it would just make me roll my eyes and shrug it off. I was more embarrassed after I would hear Jon say anything about the matter. I was only human and the boy was attractive.

"Sam will you just stop," Jon said as he grabbed a piece of wood to stoke the flames with. "I think we understand the urgency of your problem."

I stifled a laugh and Sam groaned.

The three of us had the night shift, watching the other side of The Wall. According to the Lord instructor, 'we girls needed to stay together'. With me being a girl I didn't particularly like the tone of the joke, but, he was higher on the food chain so I just shrugged it off.

The night was dark and cold, like any other night on The Wall. The fire and our clothes were the only things keeping us warm. That and body heat. We were so close to each other that we might as well sit on each other's laps.

My face was the coldest part of my body. The mask didn't let any heat go through, and I started to ponder taking it off.

"Why?" Sam suddenly asked. "Since I can't have it, I can at least talk about it. It works with food."

"Oh! Come on! You can't go and compare sex to food." Jon shook his head.

"Actually it is a good comparison," I ended his sentence, but hid myself even more under the cloak, which Jon mistook for coldness and moved closer to me. Which, in light of the current conversation didn't help.

I had had these feelings for a while. Not love, like let's run away and live happily ever after. But just throw the boy to ground and do what I could with him. It had been harder and harder to practice with him, especially when he would pin me to the ground.

"See, Bos agrees!" Sam said smiling. He had a big scarf wrapped around his head, as you would if you had a tooth ache.

"Yes, Bos. Please encourage him!" Jon said rubbing his gloved hands together.

"Next outing I swear to the gods we are going to a whore house. I don't care how, why or when, but I'll pay for the three of us to get some kind of action!" I take a deep breath and look at Sam, staring nervously at me. "Smile Sam. It's supposed to make you smile."

"What would I do?" My chubby friend asked, making Jon and me look at him simultaneously.

"There'll be a hole," I started and Sam's eyes widened.

"Bos!" Jon warned behind me and I turned to face him.

"What? There will be a hole." They were looking at me like I had grown a third head. "It's sex! There are holes in sex. You came out of a hole."

"Gross! Please stop," Sam almost pleaded, looking disgusted.

"It's actually the same hole."

"Enough Bos!" Jon actually shouted and I smiled.

"I take it we won't be talking about this topic anytime soon?" Sam nodded and Jon groaned.

"How do you know so much about…that area?" Sam always curious, asked.

"My sister," I shrugged. It's true this time, I did have a sister, and she was an herbalist, there were books around the house telling how humans were born and created. I helped my sister sometimes; I've seen my share of naked women.

"I didn't know you had a sister." Sam said tentatively. Up until this point, I never talked about my family, my past. If anyone asked, my answer would be short.

"Yes."

"Just one?" Sam asked and I took a deep breath.

"Jon, lend me your scarf."

Jon had this long black scarf, that he usually wore with another one and I sometimes asked him to let me borrow it, since it would cover my face almost entirely.

He undid it and gave it to me. There was silence as I undid the mask under the cloak's hood and wrapped the scarf as best I could. I had mastered this technique long ago. When I finally undid the clasps of the mask and felt the heat on my face I exhaled what seemed to be the longest breath.

"My father is a widower. My mother was a whore. From what dad told me, she left me on his doorstep. He was a cattle breeder, and my sister was an herbalist. We had books on things: plants, the human body, etc. When my sister married, my father wanted me to marry someone I really didn't want to. And after the fire I wasn't going to get any willingly woman, so I went and joined the Night's Watch."

The lie I wrote down when I first came to The Wall fell through. I couldn't tell my friends an even bigger lie.

My future husband was known to kill the wives that didn't bare him male heirs. My sister's womb had only given her girls, so my future hadn't been very bright at the time.

"So you're a bastard like Jon?" Sam asked, seeming satisfied with my story.

"Gods, no!" I exaggerated the disgusted tone. "The lady of the house was already gone when my father did the deed. He had been free to do as he pleased."

"A son of a whore then?" Sam countered.

"Yes!" I shouted triumphantly.

"Oh, so being a bastard is 'Gods, no!' but 'son of a whore' is yes with happiness," Jon joked.

"No one wants to be a bastard, Snow," I said smiling under the scarf.

"True," Sam said nodding.

"I'll remember that at practice," Jon and Sam groaned.

"Don't worry my chubby friend; soon we'll surpass the master," I told him, patting his knee.

"Doubt that." They both said at the same time.