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Jon

           ShallIspeaktotheOldBear?"

           "Don’tyoudare!"Sampulledupthehoodofhisenormousblackcloakandclamberedawkwardlybackontohishorse.Itwasaplowhorse,bigandslowandclumsy,butbetterabletobearhisweightthanthelittlegarronstherangersrode."Ihadhopedwemightstaythenightinthevillage,"hesaidwistfully."Itwouldbenicetosleepunderaroofagain."

           "Toofewroofsforallofus."Jonmountedagain,gaveSamapartingsmile,androdeoff.Thecolumnwaswellunderway,soheswungwidearoundthevillagetoavoidtheworstofthecongestion.HehadseenenoughofWhitetree.

           Ghostemergedfromtheundergrowthsosuddenlythatthegarronshiedandreared.Thewhitewolfhuntedwellawayfromthelineofmarch,buthewasnothavingmuchbetterfortunethantheforagersSmallwoodsentoutaftergame.Thewoodswereasemptyasthevillages,Dywenhadtoldhimonenightaroundthefire."We’realargeparty,"Jonhadsaid."Thegame’sprobablybeenfrightenedawaybyallthenoisewemakeonthemarch."

           "Frightenedawaybysomething,nodoubt,"Dywensaid.

           Oncethehorsehadsettled,Ghostlopedalongeasilybesidehim.JoncaughtuptoMormontashewaswendinghiswayaroundahawthornthicket."Isthebirdaway?"theOldBearasked.

           "Yes,mylord.Samisteachingthemtotalk."

           TheOldBearsnorted."He’llregretthat

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