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Jon

           Theysleptintheirsaddlesandstoppedonlylongenoughtofeedandwaterthegarrons,thenmountedupagain.Overbarerocktheyrode,throughgloomypineforestsanddriftsofoldsnow,overicyridgesandacrossshallowriversthathadnonames.SometimesQhorinorStonesnakewouldloopbacktosweepawaytheirtracks,butitwasafutilegesture.Theywerewatched.Ateverydawnandeverydusktheysawtheeaglesoaringbetweenthepeaks,nomorethanaspeckinthevastnessofthesky.

           Theywerescalingalowridgebetweentwosnowcappedpeakswhenashadowcatcamesnarlingfromitslair,nottenyardsaway.Thebeastwasgauntandhalf-starved,butthesightofitsentStonesnake’smareintoapanic;sherearedandran,andbeforetherangercouldgetherbackundercontrolshehadstumbledonthesteepslopeandbrokenaleg.

           Ghostatewellthatday,andQhorininsistedthattherangersmixsomeofthegarron’sbloodwiththeiroats,togivethemstrength.ThetasteofthatfoulporridgealmostchokedJon,butheforceditdown.Theyeachcutadozenstripsofrawstringymeatfromthecarcasstochewonastheyrode,andlefttherestfortheshadowcats.

           Therewasnoquestionofridingdouble.Stonesnakeofferedtolayinwaitforthepursuitandsurprisethemwhentheycame.Perhapshecouldtakeafewofthemwithhimdowntohell.Qhorinrefused."IfanymanintheNight’sWatchcanmakeitthroughtheFrostfangsaloneandafoot,itisyou,brother.

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