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Jon

           

           "Becarefultheydon’tseeyou,Ebben,"Stonesnakesaid.

           Ghostdidnotreappearastheysetoutagain.Theshadowscoveredthefloorofthepassbythen,andthesunwassinkingfasttowardthejaggedtwinpeaksofthehugemountaintherangersnamedForktop.Ifthedreamwastrue...Eventhethoughtscaredhim.CouldtheeaglehavehurtGhost,orknockedhimofftheprecipice?Andwhatabouttheweirwoodwithhisbrother’sface,thatsmelledofdeathanddarkness?

           ThelastrayofsunvanishedbehindthepeaksofForktop.TwilightfilledtheSkirlingPass.Itseemedtogrowcolderalmostatonce.Theywerenolongerclimbing.Infact,thegroundhadbeguntodescend,thoughasyetnotsharply.Itwaslitteredwithcracksandbrokenbouldersandtumbledheapsofrock.Itwillbedarksoon,andstillnosightofGhost.ItwastearingJonapart,yethedarenotshoutforthedirewolfashewouldhaveliked.Otherthingsmightbelisteningaswell.

           "Qhorin,"SquireDalbridgecalledsoftly."There.Look."

           Theeaglewasperchedonaspineofrockfarabovethem,outlinedagainstthedarkeningsky.We’veseenothereagles,Jonthought.ThatneednotbetheoneIdreamedof.

           Evenso,Ebbenwouldhaveloosedashaftatit,butthesquirestoppedhim."Thebird’swelloutofbowshot."

           "Idon’tlikeitwatchingus."

           Thesquireshrugged."Norme,butyouwon’tstopit.Onlywasteagoodarrow."

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