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"
I
wish
I
was
home
,
"
she
said
miserably
.
She
tried
so
hard
to
be
brave
,
to
be
fierce
as
a
wolverine
and
all
,
but
sometimes
she
felt
like
she
was
just
a
little
girl
after
all
The
black
brother
peeled
a
fresh
sourleaf
from
the
bale
in
the
wagon
and
stuffed
it
into
his
mouth
.
"
Might
be
I
should
of
left
you
where
I
found
you
,
boy
.
All
of
you
.
Safer
in
the
city
,
seems
to
me
.
"
"
I
don
’
t
care
.
I
want
to
go
home
.
"
"
Been
bringing
men
to
the
Wall
for
close
on
thirty
years
.
"
Froth
shone
on
Yoren
’
s
lips
,
like
bubbles
of
blood
.
"
All
that
time
,
I
only
lost
three
.
Old
man
died
of
a
fever
,
city
boy
got
snakebit
taking
a
shit
,
and
one
fool
tried
to
kill
me
in
my
sleep
and
got
a
red
smile
for
his
trouble
.
"
He
drew
the
dirk
across
his
throat
,
to
show
her
.
"
Three
in
thirty
years
.
"
He
spat
out
the
old
sourleaf
.
"
A
ship
now
,
might
have
been
wiser
.
No
chance
o
’
finding
more
men
on
the
way
,
but
still
.
.
.
clever
man
,
he
’
d
go
by
ship
,
but
me
.
.
.
thirty
years
I
been
taking
this
kingsroad
.
"
He
sheathed
his
dirk
.
"
Go
to
sleep
,
boy
.
Hear
me
?
"
She
did
try
.
Yet
as
she
lay
under
her
thin
blanket
,
she
could
hear
the
wolves
howling
.
.
.
and
another
sound
,
fainter
,
no
more
than
a
whisper
on
the
wind
,
that
might
have
been
screams
.
The
morning
air
was
dark
with
the
smoke
of
burning
gods
.
They
were
all
afire
now
,
Maid
and
Mother
,
Warrior
and
Smith
,
the
Crone
with
her
pearl
eyes
and
the
Father
with
his
gilded
beard
;
even
the
Stranger
,
carved
to
look
more
animal
than
human
.
The
old
dry
wood
and
countless
layers
of
paint
and
varnish
blazed
with
a
fierce
hungry
light
.
Heat
rose
shimmering
through
the
chill
air
;
behind
,
the
gargoyles
and
stone
dragons
on
the
castle
walls
seemed
blurred
,
as
if
Davos
were
seeing
them
through
a
veil
of
tears
.
Or
as
if
the
beasts
were
trembling
,
stirring
.
.
.
"
An
ill
thing
,
"
Allard
declared
,
though
at
least
he
had
the
sense
to
keep
his
voice
low
.
Dale
muttered
agreement
.
"
Silence
,
"
said
Davos
.
"
Remember
where
you
are
.
"
His
sons
were
good
men
,
but
young
,
and
Allard
especially
was
rash
.
Had
I
stayed
a
smuggler
,
Allard
would
have
ended
on
the
Wall
.
Stannis
spared
him
from
that
end
,
something
else
I
owe
him
.
.
.
Hundreds
had
come
to
the
castle
gates
to
bear
witness
to
the
burning
of
the
Seven
.
The
smell
in
the
air
was
ugly
.
Even
for
soldiers
,
it
was
hard
not
to
feel
uneasy
at
such
an
affront
to
the
gods
most
had
worshiped
all
their
lives
.
