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Dear Jon,
How are you brother? How go things at the Wall? I can’t wait to tell you all the news, but I’m afraid I must attend to some business first. Sandor has asked me to pass along that more wildlings are coming down than ever before. He has dealt with three bands in as many months, even as far south as we are. It is not just raiders either. One group had whole families, even babes in arms. These last should be arriving back at the Wall shortly. It seems the fierce Hound isn’t completely merciless, although their number is less the men and most of the spearwives they came down with. It seems that something is driving them south. I know the winter is harsh, perhaps that is all it is.
Now on to happier news. Jedrek is growing so quickly! He sits on his own now, and is still the picture of his father, although Sandor denies it. I will admit that while his hair is black like Sandor’s, the texture has become a cross between his straight and my curls. Jedrek is such a happy child, everyone is in love with him. I can’t wait for you to meet him! Jedrek will simply adore you, I know it. Please tell me you will be at Robb’s wedding to Jeyne.
As for our siblings, Rickon and Arya are coming to Clegane’s Keep after the wedding for an extended visit. It seems that father has decided to indulge Arya’s strange ways. “The wolf-blood won’t be denied,” he said. If Arya is going to learn to fight he thought it best done away from mother. I can just see it now! As old as our sweet sister is, Mother would have Septa Mordane following her around the training yard with a handkerchief and a comb! I can’t wait to see her. I’ve missed her company greatly.
Rickon is to tag along in the hope that Sandor can tame him; a funny thought, considering Sandor’s own rough ways. Apparently Rickon has grown even more wild since we left Winterfell. The staff live in fear of him and Shaggy. Father says he needs more attention and discipline than he can provide, busy as he is. So, Sandor and I have been chosen to help. Mayhaps I can have a softening influence, and if not, I know Sandor will keep him too exhausted to cause much trouble. It is good practice for us. After all, Jedrek will grow to be ten before we know it.
Jon, my dear good brother, I must see you soon. Two and half years is far too long apart. I swear I shall have Sandor bring me to the Wall if you aren’t at the wedding!
I’m sending Sandor’s regards and a kiss from Jedrek. All my love flies with this bird. Stay safe. Stay warm.
Your sister,
Sansa