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Jon

           Afterthebrightmoonlight,itsshadowwassoblackthatitfeltlikesteppingintoacave."Straightuphere,"therangersaidinaquietvoice."Wewanttogetabovethem."Hepeeledoffhisgloves,tuckedthemthroughhisbelt,tiedoneendofhisropearoundhiswaist,theotherendaroundJon."Followmewhentheropegrowstaut."Therangerdidnotwaitforananswerbutstartedatonce,movingupwardwithfingersandfeet,fasterthanJonwouldhavebelieved.Thelongropeunwoundslowly.Jonwatchedhimclosely,makingnoteofhowhewent,andwherehefoundeachhandhold,andwhenthelastloopofhempuncoiled,hetookoffhisownglovesandfollowed,muchmoreslowly.

           Stonesnakehadpassedtheropearoundthesmoothspikeofrockhewaswaitingon,butassoonasJonreachedhimheshookitlooseandwasoffagain.Thistimetherewasnoconvenientcleftwhenhereachedtheendoftheirtether,sohetookouthisfelt-headedhammeranddroveaspikedeepintoacrackinthestonewithaseriesofgentletaps.Softasthesoundswere,theyechoedoffthestonesoloudlythatJonwincedwitheveryblow,certainthatthewildlingsmusthearthemtoo.Whenthespikewassecure,Stonesnakesecuredtheropetoit,andJonstartedafterhim.Suckonthemountain’steat,heremindedhimself.Don’tlookdown.Keepyourweightaboveyourfeet.Don’tlookdown.Lookattherockinfrontofyou.There’sagoodhandhold,yes.Don’tlookdown.Icancatchabreathonthatledgethere,allIneedtodoisreachit.Neverlookdown.

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