Having escaped the Wildings, Jon Snow rides up the kingsroad to Castle Black.
Nothing to say about that other than it’s another example of struggling to draw horses.
When he crested a rise and saw the brown rutted kingsroad before him wending its way north through hill and plain, he patted the mare’s neck and said, “Now all we need do is follow the road, girl. Soon the Wall.” His leg had gone as stiff as wood by then, and fever had made him so light-headed that twice he found himself riding in the wrong direction. Jon VI – 659
