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Jon

           "Andbesides,there’smuchtobesaidforagoodsharpaxe.I’dhatetobemurderedwithamaul.Isawamanhitinthebrowwithamaulonce.Scarcesplittheskinatall,buthisheadturnedmushyandswelledupbigasagourd,onlypurply-red.Acomelyman,buthediedugly.It’sgoodthatwe’renotgivingthemmauls."Eddwalkedawayshakinghishead,hissoddenblackcloaksheddingrainbehindhim.

           Jongotthehorsesfedbeforehestoppedtothinkofhisownsupper.HewaswonderingwheretofindSamwhenheheardashoutoffear."Wolf!"Hesprintedaroundthehalltowardthecry,theearthsuckingathisboots.OneofCraster’swomenwasbackedupagainstthemud-spatteredwallofthekeep."Keepaway,"shewasshoutingatGhost."Youkeepaway!"Thedirewolfhadarabbitinhismouthandanotherdeadandbloodyonthegroundbeforehim."Getitaway,m’lord,"shepleadedwhenshesawhim.

           "Hewon’thurtyou."Heknewatoncewhathadhappened;awoodenhutch,itsslatsshattered,layonitssideinthewetgrass."Hemusthavebeenhungry.Wehaven’tseenmuchgame."Jonwhistled.Thedirewolfbolteddowntherabbit,crunchingthesmallbonesbetweenhisteeth,andpaddedovertohim.

           Thewomanregardedthemwithnervouseyes.Shewasyoungerthanhe’dthoughtatfirst.Agirloffifteenorsixteenyears,hejudged,darkhairplasteredacrossagauntfacebythefallingrain,herbarefeetmuddytotheankles.

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