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Jon

           AfterwardJoncouldadmirethecourageofthewildlingwhoreachedfirstforhishorninsteadofhisblade.Hegotittohislips,butbeforehecouldsounditStonesnakeknockedthehornasidewithaswipeofhisshortsword.Jon’smanleapttohisfeet,thrustingathisfacewithaburningbrand.Hecouldfeeltheheatoftheflamesasheflinchedback.Outofthecornerofhiseye,hesawthesleeperstirring,andknewhemustfinishhismanquick.Whenthebrandswungagain,hebulledintoit,swingingthebastardswordwithbothhands.TheValyriansteelshearedthroughleather,fur,wool,andflesh,butwhenthewildlingfellhetwisted,rippingtheswordfromJon’sgrasp.Onthegroundthesleepersatupbeneathhisfurs.Jonslidhisdirkfree,grabbingthemanbythehairandjammingthepointoftheknifeupunderhischinashereachedforhisno,her

           Hishandfroze."Agirl."

           "Awatcher,"saidStonesnake."Awildling.Finishher."

           Joncouldseefearandfireinhereyes.Bloodrandownherwhitethroatfromwherethepointofhisdirkhadprickedher.Onethrustandit’sdone,hetoldhimself.Hewassoclosehecouldsmelloniononherbreath.SheisnoolderthanIam.SomethingabouthermadehimthinkofArya,thoughtheylookednothingatallalike."Willyouyield?"heasked,givingthedirkahalfturn.Andifshedoesn’t?

           "Iyield."Herwordssteamedinthecoldair.

           "You’reourcaptive,then."

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