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It
was
growing
hard
to
see
.
Theon
thrust
his
hand
into
the
sack
impatiently
,
groping
amongst
soft
fur
and
rough
scratchy
wool
.
A
sharp
point
pricked
his
skin
,
and
his
fingers
closed
around
something
cold
and
hard
.
He
drew
out
a
wolf
’
s
-
head
brooch
,
silver
and
jet
.
Understanding
came
suddenly
.
His
hand
closed
into
a
fist
.
"
Gelmarr
,
"
he
said
,
wondering
whom
he
could
trust
.
None
of
them
.
"
Aggar
.
Rednose
.
With
us
.
The
rest
of
you
may
return
to
Winterfell
with
the
hounds
.
I
’
ll
have
no
further
need
of
them
.
I
know
where
Bran
and
Rickon
are
hiding
now
.
"
"
Prince
Theon
,
"
Maester
Luwin
entreated
,
"
you
will
remember
your
promise
?
Mercy
,
you
said
.
"
"
Mercy
was
for
this
morning
,
"
said
Theon
.
It
is
better
to
be
feared
than
laughed
at
.
"
Before
they
made
me
angry
.
"
They
could
see
the
fire
in
the
night
,
glimmering
against
the
side
of
the
mountain
like
a
fallen
star
.
It
burned
redder
than
the
other
stars
,
and
did
not
twinkle
,
though
sometimes
it
flared
up
bright
and
sometimes
dwindled
down
to
no
more
than
a
distant
spark
,
dull
and
faint
.
Half
a
mile
ahead
and
two
thousand
feet
up
,
Jon
judged
,
and
perfectly
placed
to
see
anything
moving
in
the
pass
below
.
"
Watchers
in
the
Skirling
Pass
,
"
wondered
the
oldest
among
them
.
In
the
spring
of
his
youth
,
he
had
been
squire
to
a
king
,
so
the
black
brothers
still
called
him
Squire
Dalbridge
.
"
What
is
it
Mance
Rayder
fears
,
I
wonder
?
"
"
If
he
knew
they
’
d
lit
a
fire
,
he
’
d
flay
the
poor
bastards
,
"
said
Ebben
,
a
squat
bald
man
muscled
like
a
bag
of
rocks
.
"
Fire
is
life
up
here
,
"
said
Qhorin
Halfhand
,
"
but
it
can
be
death
as
well
.
"
By
his
command
,
they
’
d
risked
no
open
flames
since
entering
the
mountains
.
They
ate
cold
salt
beef
,
hard
bread
,
and
harder
cheese
,
and
slept
clothed
and
huddled
beneath
a
pile
of
cloaks
and
furs
,
grateful
for
each
other
’
s
warmth
.
It
made
Jon
remember
cold
nights
long
ago
at
Winterfell
,
when
he
’
d
shared
a
bed
with
his
brothers
.
These
men
were
brothers
too
,
though
the
bed
they
shared
was
stone
and
earth
.
"
They
’
ll
have
a
horn
,
"
said
Stonesnake
.
The
Halfhand
said
,
"
A
horn
they
must
not
blow
.
"
