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"
I
gave
you
my
name
.
"
"
I
’
m
Jon
Snow
.
"
She
flinched
.
"
An
evil
name
.
"
"
A
bastard
name
,
"
he
said
.
"
My
father
was
Lord
Eddard
Stark
of
Winterfell
.
"
The
girl
watched
him
warily
,
but
Stonesnake
gave
a
mordant
chuckle
.
"
It
’
s
the
captive
supposed
to
tell
things
,
remember
?
"
The
ranger
thrust
a
long
branch
into
the
fire
.
"
Not
that
she
will
.
I
’
ve
known
wildlings
to
bite
off
their
own
tongues
before
they
’
d
answer
a
question
.
"
When
the
end
of
the
branch
was
blazing
merrily
,
he
took
two
steps
and
flung
it
out
over
the
pass
.
It
fell
through
the
night
spinning
until
it
was
lost
to
sight
.
"
You
ought
to
burn
them
you
killed
,
"
said
Ygritte
.
"
Need
a
bigger
fire
for
that
,
and
big
fires
burn
bright
.
"
Stonesnake
turned
,
his
eyes
scanning
the
black
distance
for
any
spark
of
light
.
"
Are
there
more
wildlings
close
by
,
is
that
it
?
"
"
Burn
them
,
"
the
girl
repeated
stubbornly
,
"
or
it
might
be
you
’
ll
need
them
swords
again
.
"
Jon
remembered
dead
Othor
and
his
cold
black
hands
.
"
Maybe
we
should
do
as
she
says
.
"
