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Prologue

           Thewarhorsewasthewrongmountforranging, buttryandtellthattothelordling. Garedbroughtuptherear. Theoldman-at-armsmutteredtohimselfasherode. 

           Twilightdeepened. Thecloudlessskyturnedadeeppurple, thecolorofanoldbruise,thenfadedtoblack. Thestarsbegantocomeout. Ahalf-moonrose. Willwasgratefulforthelight. 

           "Wecanmakeabetterpacethanthis,surely," Roycesaidwhenthemoonwasfullrisen. 

           "Notwiththishorse,"Willsaid. Fearhadmadehiminsolent. "Perhapsmylordwouldcaretotakethelead?" 

           SerWaymarRoycedidnotdeigntoreply. 

           Somewhereoffinthewoodawolfhowled. 

           Willpulledhisgarronoverbeneathanancientgnarledironwoodanddismounted. 

           "Whyareyoustopping?"SerWaymarasked. 

           "Bestgotherestofthewayonfoot,m’lord. It’sjustoverthatridge." 

           Roycepausedamoment,staringoffintothedistance,hisfacereflective. Acoldwindwhisperedthroughthetrees. Hisgreatsablecloakstirredbehindlikesomethinghalfalive. 

           "There’ssomethingwronghere,"Garedmuttered. 

           Theyoungknightgavehimadisdainfulsmile. "Isthere?" 

           "Can’tyoufeelit?"Garedasked. "Listentothedarkness." 

           Willcouldfeelit. FouryearsintheNight’sWatch,andhehadneverbeensoafraid. Whatwasit? 

           "Wind.Treesrustling.Awolf. Whichsoundisitthatunmansyouso,Gared?" WhenGareddidnotanswer,Royceslidgracefullyfromhissaddle. Hetiedthedestriersecurelytoalow-hanginglimb, wellawayfromtheotherhorses,anddrewhislongswordfromitssheath. 

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