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Jon

           Andthethingridingitwashugeaswell,andhisshapewaswrong,toothickinthelegandhipstobeaman.

           Thenasuddengustofcoldmadehisfurstandup,andtheairthrilledtothesoundofwings.Asheliftedhiseyestotheice-whitemountainheightsabove,ashadowplummetedoutofthesky.Ashrillscreamsplittheair.Heglimpsedblue-greypinionsspreadwide,shuttingoutthesun...

           "Ghost!"Jonshouted,sittingup.Hecouldstillfeelthetalons,thepain."Ghost,tome!"

           Ebbenappeared,grabbedhim,shookhim."Quiet!Youmeantobringthewildlingsdownonus?What’swrongwithyou,boy?"

           "Adream,"saidJonfeebly."IwasGhost,Iwasontheedgeofthemountainlookingdownonafrozenriver,andsomethingattackedme.Abird...aneagle,Ithink..."

           SquireDalbridgesmiled."It’salwaysprettywomeninmydreams.WouldthatIdreamedmoreoften."

           Qhorincameupbesidehim."Afrozenriver,yousay?"

           "TheMilkwaterflowsfromagreatlakeatthefootofaglacier,"Stonesnakeputin.

           "Therewasatreewithmybrother’sface.Thewildlings...therewerethousands,morethanIeverknewexisted.Andgiantsridingmammoths."Fromthewaythelighthadshifted,Jonjudgedthathehadbeenasleepforfourorfivehours.Hisheadached,andthebackofhisneckwherethetalonshadburnedthroughhim.Butthatwasinthedream.

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