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Jon

           Ebbenhadbeenbaldasanegg,soshedangledtheheadbyanear."Hediedbrave,"shesaid.

           "Buthedied,"saidRattleshirt,"samelikeyou."Hefreedhisbattleaxe,brandishingitabovehishead.Goodsteelitwas,withawickedgleamtobothblades;Ebbenwasneveramantoneglecthisweapons.Theotherwildlingscrowdedforwardbesidehim,yellingtaunts.AfewchoseJonfortheirmockery."Isthatyourwolf,boy?"askinnyyouthcalled,unlimberingastoneflail."He’llbemycloakbeforethesunisdown."Ontheothersideoftheline,anotherspearwifeopenedherraggedfurstoshowJonaheavywhitebreast."Doesthebabywanthismomma?Come,haveasucko’this,boy."Thedogswerebarkingtoo.

           "Theywouldshameusintofolly."QhoringaveJonalonglook."Rememberyourorders."

           "Belikeweneedtoflushthecrows,"Rattleshirtbellowedovertheclamor."Featherthem!"

           "No!"ThewordburstfromJon’slipsbeforethebowmencouldloose.Hetooktwoquickstepsforward."Weyield!"

           "Theywarnedmebastardbloodwascraven,"heheardQhorinHalfhandsaycoldlybehindhim."Iseeitisso.Runtoyournewmasters,coward."

           Facereddening,JondescendedtheslopetowhereRattleshirtsathishorse.Thewildlingstaredathimthroughtheeyeholesofhishelm,andsaid,"Thefreefolkhavenoneedofcravens."

           "Heisnocraven."

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