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Prologue

           Hishandstrembledfromtheweightofit, orperhapsfromthecold. Yetinthatmoment,Willthought,hewasaboynolonger, butamanoftheNight’sWatch. 

           TheOtherhalted. Willsawitseyes; blue,deeperandbluerthananyhumaneyes,abluethatburnedlikeice. Theyfixedonthelongswordtremblingonhigh,watchedthemoonlightrunningcoldalongthemetal. Foraheartbeathedaredtohope. 

           Theyemergedsilentlyfromtheshadows,twinstothefirst. Threeofthem...four...five... SerWaymarmayhavefeltthecoldthatcamewiththem, butheneversawthem,neverheardthem. Willhadtocallout.Itwashisduty.Andhisdeath,ifhedid. Heshivered,andhuggedthetree,andkeptthesilence. 

           Thepaleswordcameshiveringthroughtheair. 

           SerWaymarmetitwithsteel. Whenthebladesmet,therewasnoringofmetalonmetal;onlyahigh,thinsoundattheedgeofhearing,likeananimalscreaminginpain. Roycecheckedasecondblow,andathird,thenfellbackastep. Anotherflurryofblows,andhefellbackagain. 

           Behindhim,toright,toleft,allaroundhim,thewatchersstoodpatient,faceless,silent, theshiftingpatternsoftheirdelicatearmormakingthemallbutinvisibleinthewood. Yettheymadenomovetointerfere. 

           Againandagaintheswordsmet, untilWillwantedtocoverhisearsagainstthestrangeanguishedkeeningoftheirclash. SerWaymarwaspantingfromtheeffortnow, hisbreathsteaminginthemoonlight. Hisbladewaswhitewithfrost; theOther’sdancedwithpalebluelight. 

           ThenRoyce’sparrycameabeattoolate. 

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