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Jon

           

           "Evenso."

           Mormontpluckedathisbeard,frowning."How?"

           "Howelse?Sorcery."Qhorinbittheegginhalf."WhyelsewouldMancechoosetogatherhisstrengthintheFrostfangs?Bleakandhardtheyare,andalongwearymarchfromtheWall."

           "I’dhopedhechosethemountainstohidehismusterfromtheeyesofmyrangers."

           "Perhaps,"saidQhorin,finishingtheegg,"butthereismore,Ithink.Heisseekingsomethinginthehighcoldplaces.Heissearchingforsomethingheneeds."

           "Something?"Mormont’sravenlifteditsheadandscreamed.Thesoundwassharpasaknifeintheclosenessofthetent.

           "Somepower.Whatitis,ourcaptivecouldnotsay.Hewasquestionedperhapstoosharply,anddiedwithmuchunsaid.Idoubtheknewinanycase."

           Joncouldhearthewindoutside.Itmadeahighthinsoundasitshiveredthroughthestonesoftheringwallandtuggedatthetentropes.Mormontrubbedhismouththoughtfully."Somepower,"herepeated."Imustknow."

           "Thenyoumustsendscoutsintothemountains."

           "Iamloathtoriskmoremen."

           "Wecanonlydie.Whyelsedowedontheseblackcloaks,buttodieindefenseoftherealm?Iwouldsendfifteenmen,inthreepartiesoffive.OnetoprobetheMilkwater,onetheSkirlingPass,onetoclimbtheGiant’sStair.

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