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Jon

           Weseekthem,Gilly.Yourbabewouldnotbesafewithus."

           Herfearwasplainonherface."Youwillcomeback,though.Whenyourwarring’sdone,you’llpassthiswayagain."

           "Wemay."Ifanyofusstilllive."That’sfortheOldBeartosay,theoneyoucalltheLordCrow.I’monlyhissquire.IdonotchoosetheroadIride."

           "No."Hecouldhearthedefeatinhervoice."Sorrytobeoftrouble,m’lord.Ionly...theysaidthekingkeepspeoplesafe,andIthought..."Despairing,sheran,Sam’scloakflappingbehindherlikegreatblackwings.

           Jonwatchedhergo,hisjoyinthemorning’sbrittlebeautygone.Damnher,hethoughtresentfully,anddamnSamtwiceforsendinghertome.WhatdidhethinkIcoulddoforher?We’reheretofightwildlings,notsavethem.

           Othermenwerecrawlingfromtheirshelters,yawningandstretching.Themagicwasalreadyfaded,icybrightnessturningbacktocommondewinthelightoftherisingsun.Someonehadgottenafirestarted;hecouldsmellwoodsmokedriftingthroughthetrees,andthesmokyscentofbacon.Jontookdownhiscloakandsnappeditagainsttherock,shatteringthethincrustoficethathadformedinthenight,thengatheredupLongclawandshruggedanarmthroughashoulderstrap.Afewyardsawayhemadewaterintoafrozenbush,hispisssteaminginthecoldairandmeltingtheicewhereveritfell.Afterwardhelaceduphisblackwoolbreechesandfollowedthesmells.

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