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"
We
met
with
Alfyn
Crowkiller
.
Mance
had
sent
him
to
scout
along
the
Wall
,
and
we
chanced
on
him
returning
.
"
Qhorin
removed
his
helm
.
"
Alfyn
will
trouble
the
realm
no
longer
,
but
some
of
his
company
escaped
us
.
We
hunted
down
as
many
as
we
could
,
but
it
may
be
that
a
few
will
win
back
to
the
mountains
.
"
"
And
the
cost
?
"
"
Four
brothers
dead
.
A
dozen
wounded
.
A
third
as
many
as
the
foe
.
And
we
took
captives
.
One
died
quickly
from
his
wounds
,
but
the
other
lived
long
enough
to
be
questioned
.
"
"
Best
talk
of
this
inside
.
Jon
will
fetch
you
a
horn
of
ale
.
Or
would
you
prefer
hot
spiced
wine
?
"
"
Boiled
water
will
suffice
.
An
egg
and
a
bite
of
bacon
.
"
"
As
you
wish
.
"
Mormont
lifted
the
flap
of
the
tent
and
Qhorin
Halfhand
stooped
and
stepped
through
.
Edd
stood
over
the
kettle
swishing
the
eggs
about
with
a
spoon
.
"
I
envy
those
eggs
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
could
do
with
a
bit
of
boiling
about
now
.
If
the
kettle
were
larger
,
I
might
jump
in
.
Though
I
would
sooner
it
were
wine
than
water
.
There
are
worse
ways
to
die
than
warm
and
drunk
.
I
knew
a
brother
drowned
himself
in
wine
once
.
It
was
a
poor
vintage
,
though
,
and
his
corpse
did
not
improve
it
.
"
"
You
drank
the
wine
?
"
"
It
’
s
an
awful
thing
to
find
a
brother
dead
.
You
’
d
have
need
of
a
drink
as
well
,
Lord
Snow
.
"
Edd
stirred
the
kettle
and
added
a
pinch
more
nutmeg
.
Restless
,
Jon
squatted
by
the
fire
and
poked
at
it
with
a
stick
.
He
could
hear
the
Old
Bear
’
s
voice
inside
the
tent
,
punctuated
by
the
raven
’
s
squawks
and
Qhorin
Halfhand
’
s
quieter
tones
,
but
he
could
not
make
out
the
words
.
Alfyn
Crowkiller
dead
,
that
’
s
good
.
He
was
one
of
the
bloodiest
of
the
wildling
raiders
,
taking
his
name
from
the
black
brothers
he
’
d
slain
.
