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Jon

           Itfellthroughthenightspinninguntilitwaslosttosight.

           "Yououghttoburnthemyoukilled,"saidYgritte.

           "Needabiggerfireforthat,andbigfiresburnbright."Stonesnaketurned,hiseyesscanningtheblackdistanceforanysparkoflight."Aretheremorewildlingscloseby,isthatit?"

           "Burnthem,"thegirlrepeatedstubbornly,"oritmightbeyou’llneedthemswordsagain."

           JonremembereddeadOthorandhiscoldblackhands."Maybeweshoulddoasshesays."

           "Thereareotherways."Stonesnakekneltbesidethemanhe’dslain,strippedhimofcloakandbootsandbeltandvest,thenhoistedthebodyoveronethinshoulderandcarriedittotheedge.Hegruntedashetosseditover.Amomentlatertheyheardawet,heavysmackwellbelowthem.Bythentherangerhadthesecondbodydowntotheskinandwasdraggingitbythearms.Jontookthefeetandtogethertheyflungthedeadmanoutintheblacknessofthenight.

           Ygrittewatchedandsaidnothing.Shewasolderthanhe’dthoughtatfirst,Jonrealized;maybeasoldastwenty,butshortforherage,bandy-legged,witharoundface,smallhands,andapugnose.Hershaggymopofredhairstuckoutinalldirections.Shelookedplumpasshecrouchedthere,butmostofthatwaslayersoffurandwoolandleather.UnderneathallthatshecouldbeasskinnyasArya.

           "Wereyousenttowatchforus?"Jonaskedher.

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