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Jon

           InplacesJonhadtoputhisbacktothecoldstoneandshufflealongsidewayslikeacrab,inchbyinch.Evenwherethetrackwideneditwastreacherous;therewerecracksbigenoughtoswallowaman’sleg,rubbletostumbleover,hollowplaceswherethewaterpooledbydayandfrozehardbynight.Onestepandthenanother,Jontoldhimself.Onestepandthenanother,andIwillnotfall.

           HehadnotshavedsinceleavingtheFistoftheFirstMen,andthehaironhislipwassoonstiffwithfrost.Twohoursintotheclimb,thewindkickedupsofiercelythatitwasallhecoulddotohunchdownandclingtotherock,prayinghewouldnotbeblownoffthemountain.Onestepandthenanother,heresumedwhenthegalesubsided.Onestepandthenanother,andIwillnotfall.

           Soontheywerehighenoughsothatlookingdownwasbestnotconsidered.Therewasnothingbelowbutyawningblackness,nothingabovebutmoonandstars."Themountainisyourmother,"Stonesnakehadtoldhimduringaneasierclimbafewdayspast."Clingtoher,pressyourfaceupagainstherteats,andshewon’tdropyou."Jonhadmadeajokeofit,sayinghowhe’dalwayswonderedwhohismotherwas,butneverthoughttofindherintheFrostfangs.Itdidnotseemnearlysoamusingnow.Onestepandthenanother,hethought,clingingtight.

           Thenarrowtrackendedabruptlywhereamassiveshoulderofblackgranitethrustoutfromthesideofthemountain.

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