Prologue

           "Weshouldstartback,"Garedurgedasthewoodsbegantogrowdarkaroundthem."Thewildlingsaredead." 

           "Dothedeadfrightenyou?"SerWaymarRoyceaskedwithjustthehintofasmile. 

           Gareddidnotrisetothebait.Hewasanoldman,pastfifty,andhehadseenthelordlingscomeandgo. "Deadisdead,"hesaid."Wehavenobusinesswiththedead." 

           "Aretheydead?"Royceaskedsoftly."Whatproofhavewe?" 

           "Willsawthem,"Garedsaid."Ifhesaystheyaredead,that’sproofenoughforme." 

           Willhadknowntheywoulddraghimintothequarrelsoonerorlater.Hewishedithadbeenlaterratherthansooner. "Mymothertoldmethatdeadmensingnosongs,"heputin. 

           "Mywetnursesaidthesamething,Will,"Roycereplied."Neverbelieveanythingyouhearatawoman’stit. Therearethingstobelearnedevenfromthedead."Hisvoiceechoed,tooloudinthetwilitforest. 

           "Wehavealongridebeforeus,"Garedpointedout."Eightdays,maybenine.Andnightisfalling." 

           SerWaymarRoyceglancedattheskywithdisinterest. "Itdoesthateverydayaboutthistime.Areyouunmannedbythedark,Gared?" 

           WillcouldseethetightnessaroundGared’smouth,thebarelysuppressedangerinhiseyesunderthethickblackhoodofhiscloak. GaredhadspentfortyyearsintheNight’sWatch,manandboy,andhewasnotaccustomedtobeingmadelightof.Yetitwasmorethanthat. Underthewoundedpride,Willcouldsensesomethingelseintheolderman.Youcouldtasteit;anervoustensionthatcameperilousclosetofear. 

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