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Jon

           

           Thedirewolflopedoff,stopped,lookedback.Hewantsmetofollow.Pullingupthehoodofhiscloak,Jonwalkedawayfromthetents,awayfromthewarmthofhisfire,pastthelinesofshaggylittlegarrons.OneofthehorseswhickerednervouslywhenGhostpaddedby.Jonsoothedhimwithawordandpausedtostrokehismuzzle.Hecouldhearthewindwhistlingthroughcracksintherocksastheynearedtheringwall.Avoicecalledoutachallenge.Jonsteppedintothetorchlight."IneedtofetchwaterfortheLordCommander."

           "Goon,then,"theguardsaid."Bequickaboutit."Huddledbeneathhisblackcloak,withhishooddrawnupagainstthewind,themanneverevenlookedtoseeifhehadabucket.

           JonslippedsidewaysbetweentwosharpenedstakeswhileGhostslidbeneaththem.Atorchhadbeenthrustdownintoacrevice,itsflamesflyingpaleorangebannerswhenthegustscame.Hesnatcheditupashesqueezedthroughthegapbetweenthestones.Ghostwentracingdownthehill.Jonfollowedmoreslowly,thetorchthrustoutbeforehimashemadehisdescent.Thecampsoundsfadedbehindhim.Thenightwasblack,theslopesteep,stony,anduneven.Amoment’sinattentionwouldbeasurewaytobreakanankle...orhisneck.WhatamIdoing?heaskedhimselfashepickedhiswaydown.

           Thetreesstoodbeneathhim,warriorsarmoredinbarkandleaf,deployedintheirsilentranksawaitingthecommandtostormthehill.Black,theyseemed...

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