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"
How
else
?
Sorcery
.
"
Qhorin
bit
the
egg
in
half
.
"
Why
else
would
Mance
choose
to
gather
his
strength
in
the
Frostfangs
?
Bleak
and
hard
they
are
,
and
a
long
weary
march
from
the
Wall
.
"
"
I
’
d
hoped
he
chose
the
mountains
to
hide
his
muster
from
the
eyes
of
my
rangers
.
"
"
Perhaps
,
"
said
Qhorin
,
finishing
the
egg
,
"
but
there
is
more
,
I
think
.
He
is
seeking
something
in
the
high
cold
places
.
He
is
searching
for
something
he
needs
.
"
"
Something
?
"
Mormont
’
s
raven
lifted
its
head
and
screamed
.
The
sound
was
sharp
as
a
knife
in
the
closeness
of
the
tent
.
"
Some
power
.
What
it
is
,
our
captive
could
not
say
.
He
was
questioned
perhaps
too
sharply
,
and
died
with
much
unsaid
.
I
doubt
he
knew
in
any
case
.
"
Jon
could
hear
the
wind
outside
.
It
made
a
high
thin
sound
as
it
shivered
through
the
stones
of
the
ringwall
and
tugged
at
the
tent
ropes
.
Mormont
rubbed
his
mouth
thoughtfully
.
"
Some
power
,
"
he
repeated
.
"
I
must
know
.
"
"
Then
you
must
send
scouts
into
the
mountains
.
"
"
I
am
loath
to
risk
more
men
.
"
"
We
can
only
die
.
Why
else
do
we
don
these
black
cloaks
,
but
to
die
in
defense
of
the
realm
?
I
would
send
fifteen
men
,
in
three
parties
of
five
.
One
to
probe
the
Milkwater
,
one
the
Skirling
Pass
,
one
to
climb
the
Giant
’
s
Stair
.
Jarman
Buckwell
,
Thoren
Smallwood
,
and
myself
to
command
.
To
learn
what
waits
in
those
mountains
.
"
