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Bran

           "Allalone,areyou?"saidthebiggestofthem,abaldmanwitharawwindburntface."Lostinthewolfswood,poorlad."

           "I’mnotlost."Brandidnotlikethewaythestrangerswerelookingathim.Hecountedfour,butwhenheturnedhishead,hesawtwoothersbehindhim."Mybrotherrodeoffjustamomentago,andmyguardwillbehereshortly."

           "Yourguard,isit?"asecondmansaid.Greystubblecoveredhisgauntface."Andwhatwouldtheybeguarding,mylittlelord?IsthatasilverpinIseethereonyourcloak?"

           "Pretty,"saidawoman’svoice.Shescarcelylookedlikeawoman;tallandlean,withthesamehardfaceastheothers,herhairhiddenbeneathabowl-shapedhalfhelm.Thespearsheheldwaseightfeetofblackoak,tippedinrustedsteel.

           "Let’shavealook,"saidthebigbaldman.

           Branwatchedhimanxiously.Theman’sclotheswerefilthy,fallenalmosttopieces,patchedherewithbrownandherewithblueandtherewithadarkgreen,andfadedeverywheretogrey,butoncethatcloakmighthavebeenblack.Thegreystubblymanworeblackragstoo,hesawwithasuddenstart.SuddenlyBranrememberedtheoathbreakerhisfatherhadbeheaded,thedaytheyhadfoundthewolfpups;thatmanhadwornblackaswell,andFathersaidhehadbeenadeserterfromtheNight’sWatch.Nomanismoredangerous,herememberedLordEddardsaying.Thedeserterknowshislifeisforfeitifheistaken,sohewillnotflinchfromanycrime,nomatterhowvileorcruel.

           "Thepin,lad,"thebigmansaid.Heheldouthishand.

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