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Jon
could
see
fear
and
fire
in
her
eyes
.
Blood
ran
down
her
white
throat
from
where
the
point
of
his
dirk
had
pricked
her
.
One
thrust
and
it
’
s
done
,
he
told
himself
.
He
was
so
close
he
could
smell
onion
on
her
breath
.
She
is
no
older
than
I
am
.
Something
about
her
made
him
think
of
Arya
,
though
they
looked
nothing
at
all
alike
.
"
Will
you
yield
?
"
he
asked
,
giving
the
dirk
a
half
turn
.
And
if
she
doesn
’
t
?
"
I
yield
.
"
Her
words
steamed
in
the
cold
air
.
"
You
’
re
our
captive
,
then
.
"
He
pulled
the
dirk
away
from
the
soft
skin
of
her
throat
.
"
Qhorin
said
nothing
of
taking
captives
,
"
said
Stonesnake
.
"
He
never
said
not
to
.
"
Jon
let
go
his
grip
on
the
girl
’
s
hair
,
and
she
scuttled
backward
,
away
from
them
.
"
She
’
s
a
spearwife
.
"
Stonesnake
gestured
at
the
long
-
hafted
axe
that
lay
beside
her
sleeping
furs
.
"
She
was
reaching
for
that
when
you
grabbed
her
.
Give
her
half
a
chance
and
she
’
ll
bury
it
between
your
eyes
.
"
"
I
won
’
t
give
her
half
a
chance
.
"
Jon
kicked
the
axe
well
out
of
the
girl
’
s
reach
.
"
Do
you
have
a
name
?
"
"
Ygritte
.
"
Her
hand
rubbed
at
her
throat
and
came
away
bloody
.
She
stared
at
the
wetness
.
Sheathing
his
dirk
,
he
wrenched
Longclaw
free
from
the
body
of
the
man
he
’
d
killed
.
"
You
are
my
captive
,
Ygritte
.
"
