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Jon

           Jonclimbedintohissaddle.WhenBowenMarshandtheirrangerescorthadmounted,Jonputtwofingersinhismouthandwhistled.Ghostcamelopingoutofthetunnel.

           TheLordSteward’sgarronwhickeredandbackedawayfromthedirewolf."Doyoumeantotakethatbeast?"

           "Yes,mylord,"Jonsaid.Ghost’sheadlifted.Heseemedtotastetheair.Intheblinkofaneyehewasoff,racingacrossthebroad,weed-chokedfieldtovanishinthetrees.

           Oncetheyhadenteredtheforest,theywereinadifferentworld.JonhadoftenhuntedwithhisfatherandJoryandhisbrotherRobb.HeknewthewolfswoodaroundWinterfellaswellasanyman.Thehauntedforestwasmuchthesame,andyetthefeelofitwasverydifferent.

           Perhapsitwasallintheknowing.Theyhadriddenpasttheendoftheworld;somehowthatchangedeverything.Everyshadowseemeddarker,everysoundmoreominous.Thetreespressedcloseandshutoutthelightofthesettingsun.Athincrustofsnowcrackedbeneaththehoovesoftheirhorses,withasoundlikebreakingbones.Whenthewindsettheleavestorustling,itwaslikeachillyfingertracingapathupJon’sspine.TheWallwasattheirbacks,andonlythegodsknewwhatlayahead.

           Thesunwassinkingbelowthetreeswhentheyreachedtheirdestination,asmallclearinginthedeepofthewoodwherenineweirwoodsgrewinaroughcircle.Jondrewinabreath,andhesawSamTarlystaring.Eveninthewolfswood,youneverfoundmorethantwoorthreeofthewhitetreesgrowingtogether;agroveofninewasunheardof.

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