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"
Not
you
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
watched
.
You
never
ate
at
his
board
,
nor
slept
by
his
fire
.
He
never
gave
you
guest
-
right
,
so
you
’
re
not
bound
to
him
.
It
’
s
for
the
baby
I
have
to
go
.
"
"
I
don
’
t
even
know
your
name
.
"
"
Gilly
,
he
called
me
.
For
the
gillyflower
.
"
"
That
’
s
pretty
.
"
He
remembered
Sansa
telling
him
once
that
he
should
say
that
whenever
a
lady
told
him
her
name
.
He
could
not
help
the
girl
,
but
perhaps
the
courtesy
would
please
her
.
"
Is
it
Craster
who
frightens
you
,
Gilly
?
"
"
For
the
baby
,
not
for
me
.
If
it
’
s
a
girl
,
that
’
s
not
so
bad
,
she
’
ll
grow
a
few
years
and
he
’
ll
marry
her
.
But
Nella
says
it
’
s
to
be
a
boy
,
and
she
’
s
had
six
and
knows
these
things
.
He
gives
the
boys
to
the
gods
.
Come
the
white
cold
,
he
does
,
and
of
late
it
comes
more
often
.
That
’
s
why
he
started
giving
them
sheep
,
even
though
he
has
a
taste
for
mutton
.
Only
now
the
sheep
’
s
gone
too
.
Next
it
will
be
dogs
,
till
.
.
.
"
She
lowered
her
eyes
and
stroked
her
belly
.
"
What
gods
?
"
Jon
was
remembering
that
they
’
d
seen
no
boys
in
Craster
’
s
Keep
,
nor
men
either
,
save
Craster
himself
.
"
The
cold
gods
,
"
she
said
.
"
The
ones
in
the
night
.
The
white
shadows
.
"
And
suddenly
Jon
was
back
in
the
Lord
Commander
’
s
Tower
again
.
A
severed
hand
was
climbing
his
calf
and
when
he
pried
it
off
with
the
point
of
his
longsword
,
it
lay
writhing
,
fingers
opening
and
closing
.
The
dead
man
rose
to
his
feet
,
blue
eyes
shining
in
that
gashed
and
swollen
face
.
Ropes
of
torn
flesh
hung
from
the
great
wound
in
his
belly
,
yet
there
was
no
blood
.
"
What
color
are
their
eyes
?
"
he
asked
her
.
