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Jon

           "Aren’tyouafraid?"

           "LastnightIwas,"sheadmitted."Butnowthesun’sup."Shepushedherhairasidetobareherneck,andkneltbeforehim."Strikehardandtrue,crow,orI’llcomebackandhauntyou."

           Longclawwasnotsolongorheavyaswordashisfather’sIce,butitwasValyriansteelallthesame.Hetouchedtheedgeofthebladetomarkwheretheblowmustfall,andYgritteshivered."That’scold,"shesaid."Goon,bequickaboutit."

           HeraisedLongclawoverhishead,bothhandstightaroundthegrip.Onecut,withallmyweightbehindit.Hecouldgiveheraquickcleandeath,atleast.Hewashisfather’sson.Wasn’the?Wasn’the?

           "Doit,"sheurgedhimafteramoment."Bastard.Doit.Ican’tstaybraveforever."Whentheblowdidnotfallsheturnedherheadtolookathim.

           Jonloweredhissword."Go,"hemuttered.

           Ygrittestared.

           "Now,"hesaid,"beforemywitsreturn.Go."

           Shewent.

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