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"
See
a
banner
?
"
"
Spotted
treecat
,
yellow
and
black
,
on
a
mud
-
brown
field
.
"
Yoren
folded
a
sourleaf
into
his
mouth
and
chewed
.
"
Can
’
t
say
,
"
he
admitted
.
"
Might
be
one
side
,
might
be
t
’
other
.
If
they
’
re
hurt
that
bad
,
likely
they
’
d
take
our
mounts
no
matter
who
they
are
.
Might
be
they
’
d
take
more
than
that
.
I
believe
we
’
ll
go
wide
around
them
.
"
It
took
them
miles
out
of
their
way
,
and
cost
them
two
days
at
the
least
,
but
the
old
man
said
it
was
cheap
at
the
price
.
"
You
’
ll
have
time
enough
on
the
Wall
.
The
rest
o
’
your
lives
,
most
like
.
Seems
to
me
there
’
s
no
rush
to
get
there
.
"
Arya
saw
men
guarding
the
fields
more
and
more
when
they
turned
north
again
.
Often
they
stood
silently
beside
the
road
,
giving
a
cold
eye
to
anyone
who
passed
.
Elsewhere
they
patrolled
on
horses
,
riding
their
fence
lines
with
axes
strapped
to
their
saddles
.
At
one
place
,
she
spotted
a
man
perched
up
in
a
dead
tree
,
with
a
bow
in
his
hand
and
a
quiver
hanging
from
the
branch
beside
him
.
The
moment
he
spied
them
,
he
notched
an
arrow
to
his
bowstring
,
and
never
looked
away
until
the
last
wagon
was
out
of
sight
.
All
the
while
,
Yoren
cursed
.
"
Him
in
his
tree
,
let
’
s
see
how
well
he
likes
it
up
there
when
the
Others
come
to
take
him
.
He
’
ll
scream
for
the
Watch
then
,
that
he
will
.
"
A
day
later
Dobber
spied
a
red
glow
against
the
evening
sky
.
"
Either
this
road
went
and
turned
again
,
or
that
sun
’
s
setting
in
the
north
.
"
Yoren
climbed
a
rise
to
get
a
better
look
.
"
Fire
,
"
he
announced
.
He
licked
a
thumb
and
held
it
up
.
"
Wind
should
blow
it
away
from
us
.
Still
bears
watching
.
"
And
watch
it
they
did
.
As
the
world
darkened
,
the
fire
seemed
to
grow
brighter
and
brighter
,
until
it
looked
as
though
the
whole
north
was
ablaze
.
From
time
to
time
,
they
could
even
smell
the
smoke
,
though
the
wind
held
steady
and
the
flames
never
got
any
closer
.
By
dawn
the
fire
had
burned
itself
out
,
but
none
of
them
slept
very
well
that
night
.
It
was
midday
when
they
arrived
at
the
place
where
the
village
had
been
.
The
fields
were
a
charred
desolation
for
miles
around
,
the
houses
blackened
shells
.
The
carcasses
of
burnt
and
butchered
animals
dotted
the
ground
,
under
living
blankets
of
carrion
crows
that
rose
,
cawing
furiously
,
when
disturbed
.
Smoke
still
drifted
from
inside
the
holdfast
.
Its
timber
palisade
looked
strong
from
afar
,
but
had
not
proved
strong
enough
.
Riding
out
in
front
of
the
wagons
on
her
horse
,
Arya
saw
burnt
bodies
impaled
on
sharpened
stakes
atop
the
walls
,
their
hands
drawn
up
tight
in
front
of
their
faces
as
if
to
fight
off
the
flames
that
had
consumed
them
.
Yoren
called
a
halt
when
they
were
still
some
distance
off
,
and
told
Arya
and
the
other
boys
to
guard
the
wagons
while
he
and
Murch
and
Cutjack
went
in
on
foot
.
A
flock
of
ravens
rose
from
inside
the
walls
when
they
climbed
through
the
broken
gate
,
and
the
caged
ravens
in
their
wagons
called
out
to
them
with
quorks
and
raucous
shrieks
.
